Unfinished concepts of a song

Off the Guineamen 5 o clock 

Off the Guineamen 5 o clock 

Off the Guineamen 5 o clock 

Off the Guineamen 5 o clock 

Real gets hated, fake gets loved

None of these jobs wanna pay you sum

Niggas get a job still aint got no fund

downbad as fuck, might rob my plug

Hoes call you broke but ask you for cash

Hoes call you broke but ask you for cash

Told lil bitch I aint cut no slash

Make money for myself before I hit this dash

The Biggest people got the biggest plate

The starving people left to die and wait

Try to take some, head end up on a stake

Nun natural free in a unatural state

Better get on your knees, pray and have some faith

Cuz now moneys god, banks the church

Moneys god its good all the time

worshiping cents dollars and them dimes

Soul in your field, stay with your faith you

Make it to heaven, riches of his grace

Think one day ill be in heaven retired

Till yo body go bad, he says you expired

Shouldve cracked the whip now you out your field

Lower class hell no meal to steal.

I cant even connect with trees and rocks

I only connect to my screens in a box

She stay all faithful to the game

True religion, gold watch and chain

Yet she aint got nothing in her name

Got a map drawn by niggas lost

and I know im a hypocrite I see

but damn bread taste better than key

Different ideas

Nigga im a c section fuck all that labor

Luxury first class nigga call up my waitor