Nice Guys Don't Always Finish Last

Chalked lines
Dead weight
Roll call
Line fine
Been this
Eat shit
Life sucks
Then you
Die
Go way the fuck outta my way
Nice guys finish last
So fuck it lets race
Gimme all that bitch
Due time
Stay blind to the bullshit
Pedal to the drive
Dig the method
Watch where I’m stepping
Eyes wide shut you can’t see this lethal weapon
In and out the workshop
Product for the low
They be getting mad so what
Woke up
Still broke
Feeling like I’m the best
Bitch you know me
Peep the story
I bore right into your heads
Money bags on my bristles
Whiskey wets my whistle
Bad lil mama wanna catch up
Drop low suck dick get stretched up
Many mouths style like the boy
Get checked huh
What?
You wan get wrecked huh?
We all homo erectus
Dive in every sector
You just dew like nectar
Dodging all depressors
Money talks investors
Ya
Big bag
Duffles in the back
Skirt off in the sternum
Heartless cold like burdens
Seep my solemness they saucing up facades
I see suffering a side effect of karma
Deep end off my thoughts