Ya Boy - Recession lyrics

rate me

Precise Game bitch

(Ya Boy)

[Chorus]

Now baby I can take you to Mars

But I ain't got no gas in the car

You can walk right next door to the bar

You should just be happy just to fuck with a star

Now baby we can go to Brazil

But it'd be cheaper if we sat here and chilled

I got a lot of problems and a whole lotta bills

Fuck what ya heard I'm just keepin it real

[Verse 1]

Seemed like yesterday I was in Malibu

Spendin bucks and givin and gifts like Santa do

Now they ask me; Ya Boy why the attitiude?

I'm broke and I need some dollas bitch you gotta few?

My bitch tell me rap ain't gone work,

I need to give it up and go put on a Fed Ex shirt

What makes it worse, I'm 5000 a verse

Without havin a curse I'm ten no one tryna spend

So I'm back to ma mamma house,

She gave my room to ma sister...

Now I'm sleepin on the couch

And they ask what I frown about

Cause I'm the hottest on the west and I'm down and out

Now tell me remember them diamonds on my wrist

No more; yesterday I had to pawn that shit

I'm stressin, I got salad with no dressin

Was livin the life now I'm stuckin in the recession

[Chorus]

Now baby I can take you to Mars

But I ain't got no gas in the car

You can walk right next door to the bar

You should just be happy just to fuck with a star

Now baby we can go to Brazil

But it'd be cheaper if we sat here and chilled

I got a lot of problems and a whole lotta bills

Fuck what ya heard I'm just keepin it real

[Verse 2]

They just cut off the water in ma building

Bathing outta water bottles not a good feeling

No bitch I ain't got no sugar you can borrow

Let me get a candle cause my lights get cut off tomorrow

No food in the refridgerator

Just Kool-Aid and some KFC mashed potatoes

Can somebody call an exterminator?

This cockroach just stole my pack of Now N' Laters

Tattoos on the front back and side of me,

Now honestly what job gon' hire me?

Mann this rap shits fucked up

It seem like everybody havin tough luck,

Pull out the bicycles put the gas pumps up

The gasoline prices baby that what's up

I need a good meal and I need a hair cut

My pockets inside out nigga and what, yeah

[Chorus]

Now baby I can take you to Mars

But I ain't got no gas in the car

You can walk right next door to the bar

You should just be happy just to fuck with a star

Now baby we can go to Brazil

But it'd be cheaper if we sat here and chilled

I got a lot of problems and a whole lotta bills

Fuck what ya heard I'm just keepin it real

[Verse 3]

Even chicken is expensive,

It's six dollars just to egg a niggas window

And drive bys cost too,

So they on bicycles doin what they gotta do

Look

My bitch say she won't miss the childs,

I turned around and looked at her like bitch how?

I cant even afford to wax your eyebrows,

It's hotdogs on the stove girl pipe down

I went from the green leaves to the black and milds,

And I done went from the Iphones to the burn outs,

Polly seeds and corn nuts got me turned out,

But anything goes when you in a paper drought

I'm tired of rap niggas talkin what they paper bout,

When they ain't got enough dough to start a bank account

Got money betta know it's a blessing,

Let's see how long you can survive this recession

Thanks to skynnie for correcting these lyrics