billy woods - Hack lyrics
[billy woods - Hack lyrics]
I hate driving at night
Just increase the chance Quality of Life
Gon’ flash them misery lights
Stay home/write that Richard Price
But when the script don’t flip/right back at
It like a neighbor on the pipe
Pick up/drop off/pick up/drop off
It’s just a job but you can’t never knock off
Gettin’ old, Goin soft or just seeing things
For what they are i’ma die up in this
Car/hunched over the wheel
With a big roll of small bills
Tray fulla ash/quarter tank of gas/dog eared
Photos tapes to the dash
18 years pushing this cab/from bush dimes
To kush in the bag
Youthful crime to this is all I really have
Flash high beams on the
Boulevard of broken dreams/oh
You don’t know it? Last exit off the road to
Riches and diamond rings
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
They told me:
Woods, you need a new free project every
Month and a half and moving forward
The publicist only accepts cash
Something to think bout while I drive
Like when your connect retire
The meter runs/release reefer in lungs/now
We’re cooking with gas
Good times? I ain't have fun seems
Like errybody else had a blast
Your last tape was half-assed
Few weeks pass ya mans already
Got the microwave on rehash
That’s what’s hot on the local
Thoroughfares, huh? Fuck it
Ill take you there
Red light/the beast just stare/watching you
Try to play it cool
Everybody plays the fool/sometimes/hit
The corner like we playing pool
Sink the nine
Moving goalposts them folks change
Rules/no reason or rhyme
I compete with great vigor within
The lines that are painted, Nigga
Now I’m out here
Graveyardin’/narrow margins/pathetic
Pantomime grey Gardens
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Just increase the chance Quality of Life
Gon’ flash them misery lights
Stay home/write that Richard Price
But when the script don’t flip/right back at
It like a neighbor on the pipe
Pick up/drop off/pick up/drop off
It’s just a job but you can’t never knock off
Gettin’ old, Goin soft or just seeing things
For what they are i’ma die up in this
Car/hunched over the wheel
With a big roll of small bills
Tray fulla ash/quarter tank of gas/dog eared
Photos tapes to the dash
18 years pushing this cab/from bush dimes
To kush in the bag
Youthful crime to this is all I really have
Flash high beams on the
Boulevard of broken dreams/oh
You don’t know it? Last exit off the road to
Riches and diamond rings
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
They told me:
Woods, you need a new free project every
Month and a half and moving forward
The publicist only accepts cash
Something to think bout while I drive
Like when your connect retire
The meter runs/release reefer in lungs/now
We’re cooking with gas
Good times? I ain't have fun seems
Like errybody else had a blast
Your last tape was half-assed
Few weeks pass ya mans already
Got the microwave on rehash
That’s what’s hot on the local
Thoroughfares, huh? Fuck it
Ill take you there
Red light/the beast just stare/watching you
Try to play it cool
Everybody plays the fool/sometimes/hit
The corner like we playing pool
Sink the nine
Moving goalposts them folks change
Rules/no reason or rhyme
I compete with great vigor within
The lines that are painted, Nigga
Now I’m out here
Graveyardin’/narrow margins/pathetic
Pantomime grey Gardens
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?
Write the rhymes they wanna hear, right
Here, right?