TAX Vic Sage (Ft. Chuuwee)

[Intro]
Look

[Chorus]
I need a shot with no chase
My girl need a wine and a steak (Steak)
My mom need a house with a lake
So I got some money to make (Woah)
They told me I got what it take
So I gotta take it all back (Ayy)
I told 'em I need my pay
I need my fifty for tax (Woah)

[Verse 1]
I done ran low on my patience
Make sure my time isn't wasted
I told 'em all that I've been real
They know that I cannot fake shit
Funny how none of this make sense
Now that I'm up with the A list
She tryna throw me the cake now
Telling me happy belated
Got too much shit on my mind
I told my momma I'm fine (Shit)
I told my girl that I'm stressed
But I'm gonna make it on time (Oof)
I pray to God for the signs
He know how hard I done tried
Lately, I'm looking for real shit
The things that my money can't buy
They don't understand how this shit goes
How they all use you then switch goals?
How they all speak when they need somethin'?
Then when you need them and they gone ghost
They want the money and big rolls
They use your name for a quick post
The same ones that told me to quit rap
I swear, this shit, man, it gets old, but for now