Ambitions - Lute

I’d much rather rap or sell drugs than to do this shit forever

We either playing ball or land a job

Come to playing to ball, my shot off like Cheddar Bob

And I’d much rather have rap or sell drugs than work two to twelve just to miss

the number twelve bus cause I overslept

Due to the double I just worked, tryna' get this work

Made it out the mud, now we in the dirt, like McGurt

See me on squirt, nigga, where the work?

Came across these jugs 'cause my pockets hurt

And see I’m far from the trap rapper, but I’m strapped like an Eastpak on a

backpacker

And oh, how I wish I really wish it wasn’t that way

And this the life we live when we come up on the forward

And rob a nigga blind, niggas pose with your Michael Kors in the latest source

with the Porsche like its fast Ford

Fast forward, we ain’t on no block no more

Now fast forward, Lord, we don’t punch no clock no more

Shit, what time is it?

Damn, I’m late for work