Hack - Billy Woods

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

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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

Introduce you to the new guy and he’s twenty-five/hmmmmmmmmm

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

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