[Intro]

(South park sample)

Stan: What's three fiddy?
Chef's dad: three dollars and fifty cents
Chef's mom: three fiddy
Stan: He wanted money?
Chef's dad: that's right!

I need about three fiddy (x2)

[Verse 1]

Woke up late again to my thoughts I attend
Trying to figure out my method of transportation
Baltimore City I'm stationed, the morning sun slated
Route one north, no shortcuts to my destination
No ride, said fuck it guess the bus be my only option
Threw on my clothes grabbed my cell and snatched up my wallet
Looking thru billfolds but there ain't no ones to hold
Searching for scattered change as the time takes toll
Behold.. I think I found something.. say no go
Figured I asked moms tho, but she's already gone
Called the credit U - to check my fund couldn't get thru
Pops under sheets knowing I shouldn't disturb his sleep
So I crept in their bedroom just hoping to get lucky
Find myself wasting time cause the weather's really ugly
And hopefully I won't missed this bus for CCBC
But I doubt I'll get there...

Chef's dad" I need about 3.50

[Breakdown]

Man, sick and tired of this shit
It's fucking raining
Shit man.... the fuck

[Verse 2]

I'm sick and tired of this monotonous transit
Looking out the window as the rain pours on
It's the same ole song about how I'm stranded
Mind running rampant feeling like rush hour traffic
Its 7 am and stressing the importance of a whip
Getting to where I need to without any bullshit
But this is it fuck the bus, no school today
I rather stay indoors man and let the Netflix play

Chef's dad: Get your own goddamn money!
Chef's mom: I gave him a dollar
Chef's dad: She gives him a dollar
Chef's mom: I thought he'd go away if I gave him a dollar
Chef's dad: Well of course he not gonna go away Naddy you give him a dollar he's gonna assume you got more