Damn, it's the 7th already, only 6 in the morning, getting up already The sun ain't even up, my eyelids still heavy The breath smells of vodka and Hair is so nappy and clothes is so freshly Back to Bronx in after school locking Chopping with moms, she knows that I will save money Tryna convince her that this time I really saved money Buying both our clothes with stained money Tryna explain that it's all just the same money But she knows it's really game money I said,