Intro
Come on
It's a time of emergency, bro
Look, tell it
Chorus
I rather go read a book with my wife, you can have them streets (You can have them streets)
I rather go to the gym with my dog, you can have that beef (You can have that beef)
I rather go spend time with God than party, not me (My God)
I rather go put in work 'cause you don't make money for me
Post-Chorus
I gotta eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
My family, they look up to me-e-e-e-e-e-e
Verse
She said, "What you do?"
Baby, I'm a heavy rhymer
Same time, I'ma fill the vibe up
All that glory got to Abba
So I read Hebrew for the Father
I know God dream works, but this ain't El Dorado
I ain't Matthew McConaughey, baby searchin' for the fool's gold
Chorus
I rather go read a book with my wife, you can have them streets (You can have them streets)
I rather go to the gym with my dog, you can have that beef (You can have that beef)
I rather go spend time with God than party, not me (My God)
I rather go put in work 'cause you don't make money for me
Post-Chorus
I gotta eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
My family, they look up to me-e-e-e-e-e-e
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