Last Six Dollars

I'm down to my last six
Spent all my money on a mattress
Faith takes practice
I hate when I distracted
I came across the atlas
Don't eat the lead paint it's baby it's bad for your health
I'm sick of feeling bad for myself

Where does the art meet artist?
I need to plant a seed so we can harvest
You know I put my heart in
I know I put my hard earned cash in a bloated market
I left my little brother to live in my own apartment

I wish that I was self made
But wealth ain't coming
You know I'm not cheap
Don't try to sell me on nothing
Told my wife that I'm in love and she could see me blushing
I told my moms that I was tough and she could tell I was bluffing

Three hundred dollars to my name
In a three hundred foot apartment
Honda station wagon that was barely getting started
Stains in the carpet
I usually go to Walmart
But I stop at target
So I could feel bit fancy
She say that money ain't romantic
So I flew over the Atlantic
Don't worry bout semantics
That's a thing you can't fix
I'm at Chiba tryna buy myself a seven dollar sandwich
But I'm down to my last six

Spent all my money on a mattress
Faith takes practice
I hate when I distracted
I came across the atlas

Don't eat the lead paint it's baby it's bad for your health
I'm sick of feeling bad for myself

Antennas on my TV
You say that life is easy
I say I'm doing good
But my homies don't believe me
I'm passing out my CV
I worked 3 jobs to make 3gs
To make enough to eat
It takes three weeks

I moved to the mountains
With faith to move mountains
Got no cash money But who's counting
I got my savings to 2 thousands
I lost my patience but you found it

I wish that I could tell you that I'm never scared
I know I shoulda taken risks but I never dared
But im still crying in dark to whoever's there
I'm still trying to make art for whoever cares

You better pray
I used to wish for better days
But now I'm here and so
End the scene at center stage
I saw my wife i knew and I'd never see a better face
The race of life I know you look to me to set the pace