Billy Killer Jean Grae

[Hook]
Each morning, my man goes downtown
Where everyone falls, and he's lost
In an angry land, he's a little man

[Verse 1]
9 A.M., eyeing him
My eyes widening
Feeling like it's Groundhog Day, he gotta try again
Riptide tide with thoughts of retiring
Pride flies and he wired me some truth and inspirement
So I can't fail him
He gets the mail and he's off
Like a movie trailer with those long roads and it costs
I wish you could retain the way he's losing his patience
Fucking transit, travel constantly, the fame motivation
Check cashing day, knowing my face on the spot
The bank teller should embrace him when he talks in slots
And not a day of rest, he walks twenty blocks
And brings me what the villain's got
A little money, little presents I could kill 'em rock
Ready stalking with them, having dark visions of choking [censored]
And fuck [censored], but of course it's his job
And he can't understand why I worry so much
Because he's my man, damn