HOOK (x2):
You get:
67 in it
You get 67 years in it
Why would you waste it on another nigga (x2)
67 years in this bitch

VERSE ONE:
I am still a teaspoon of that sun shine
No need for you to relay rumors
I hear 'em just fine
Please
That shit is getting flea flicked and fly swat
They don't buy my food
Or buy my white shoes or my white socks
Could care…
But care less
No hair up off my bare chest
No skin offa my dick
My jeans still got the right stitch
Phone: it be a touch screen
No sir, that shit does not flip
So what I think bout them boys?
I don't think
Not shit
67 years huh?
That's the average life span for a black man
And I'm quite male and I'm quite tan
Fuck you thought?
Papa see, but Pop don't do that dumb shit
I'm righteous
I keep my bills paid dawg
Flick flick: my light switch
Talk on
Don't talk long
My patience running short
For these dip shits
Yawn yawn
That's why I look bored for
67 years huh?
That's what I'm in store for
So why the fuck? Why would I waste it on you piddly little niggas

HOOK (x2)

VERSE TWO:
Belligerent
An itchy trigger finger snatched a life
Well whose choice?
Behind bars?
Below dirt.
The lucky nigga has all his appendages
Look -- one life had ended in an incident
I'm sure he miss them swimming pools and pretty bitches he was swimming with
Cheers
Chug that champagne
A lowered casket: grave
"Wade in the Water" choir sang as the band plays
67 years that's the lifespan
You'll be lucky 21
Long live that white man
Educated black man
Swear and raise your right hand
Do solemnly swear to
Raise your youngest heir to
Learn about that Nasdaq like we can trade them shares too
Airfare is irrelevant if the sky aint the limit
Like what good do airfare do?
Go'on get that wealth and not that money
Then they scared of you
Niggas talk shit?
Fuck care?
Don't waste a minute

VERSE THREE:
I'm so grown in my black man bag of bones
Sexin this cutie
This lube that I slathered on
Toasting up this good life -- you only get sixty-seven
Niggas can choke on a dag-on tongue
I hops up on no bandwagon
That same shit that ya'll like…
I be like "I'm alright"
Dog, you only get one life; they out to waste my one life
Talkin all that dumb stuff
I hop on records, tongue fuck this subject that I must touch
Dog I feel I must touch
Just ever so briefly on that passage from that book that they be steady tryina read me
Lets not waste no breath uh
Keep on breathing
Inhale to exhale dog
You only get sixty-seven
Don't waste a good twenty-three
I'm sure that you'll get to heaven
Ain't no skull as thick as me
Wristwatch do ticking things
Doorknobs do twisting things
Walk out, do limping things
Whatever you need sir
I know what my minutes mean
So fuck you