B: Why?
A: That’s where my stash at.
| — | A small Wayne. |
| — | A small Wayne. |
Stop moving so slow, I’ve got mouths to feed.
Hurry up and let’s go, I’ve got mouths to feed.
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I’ve got mouths to feed.
Look, I gotta feed my family by all means necessary.
Because paychecks are coming up shorter than February.
I can’t get a real job, I never finished school.
I can’t get new clothes, I wear the same tennis shoes.
But now the game’s changed, I’m all about the hustle.
And like Hogan Knows Best, I’m all about the muscle.
I’m all about my team, I’m all about my green.