This is a song about "Getting paid in the navy"

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

At the minute i'm getting paid like a hot line

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

I'm literally getting paid to rhyme on my boss's time.

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

My rhymes so wavy, fuck i just sank the whole us navy

We getting paid like we knew we would

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I’m a hustla, baby

Dont paid the prepaid free

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Bitch, y'all couldn't bring me down if the entire navy strikes,

In him my price is paid!

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