whether it's bangin or slangin, all my homiez maintainin,
steady wishin for better livin, i'm itchin to make it.
it's like tha world's tryin to lead me to tha needy,
gotta do for self, cuz aint nobody tryin to feed me.
i'm hittin tha blunt, i'm tryin to numb tha pain inside,
tryin to bury my feelings when i load tha clips and ride.
my pride over conscience, i'll steal before bein broke,
tha passion of greed's got me blinded in pistol smoke,
and no i'm not askin for no reparations,
jus understand i'm a man wit no hope, but desparations.
it's hard to make it dodgin felonies,
i hope to leave my seeds with a legacy, remember me?
i don't shed tearz or sympathize no longer,
cuzz theze desparate times, will make a motha fucca stronger.
do wut you gotta do, so u can stay alive and fine,
cuz don't forget, u only got one life to shine.
i'm stucc in hell tryin to stacc my mail,
seen too many motha fuccas sellin cracc and failed.
but the consequence of takin chances:
incarceration, or six feet deep, or maybe in a mansion.
peep how dirtly money won't last, clean money ain't fast,
jus tha circumstances when u chase cash.
so fucc tha world is wut i'm screamin when my self's in doubt,
resort to beggin motha fuccas, "please help me out".
but tha evil that men do, will alwayz continue,
only homies really know, wut i've been thru- it's in you,
cuz ur wealth is my health,
hustle hard to play tha scarred cards that i'm dealt.
money hungry is mutual, my plot delivered soon,
difference from me and u, my glocc, ur silver spoon.
but pretty soon, i'll be on top gettin rich,
if tha feds come knoccin, then my ass has gotta dip.
fold.
steady wishin for better livin, i'm itchin to make it.
it's like tha world's tryin to lead me to tha needy,
gotta do for self, cuz aint nobody tryin to feed me.
i'm hittin tha blunt, i'm tryin to numb tha pain inside,
tryin to bury my feelings when i load tha clips and ride.
my pride over conscience, i'll steal before bein broke,
tha passion of greed's got me blinded in pistol smoke,
and no i'm not askin for no reparations,
jus understand i'm a man wit no hope, but desparations.
it's hard to make it dodgin felonies,
i hope to leave my seeds with a legacy, remember me?
i don't shed tearz or sympathize no longer,
cuzz theze desparate times, will make a motha fucca stronger.
do wut you gotta do, so u can stay alive and fine,
cuz don't forget, u only got one life to shine.
i'm stucc in hell tryin to stacc my mail,
seen too many motha fuccas sellin cracc and failed.
but the consequence of takin chances:
incarceration, or six feet deep, or maybe in a mansion.
peep how dirtly money won't last, clean money ain't fast,
jus tha circumstances when u chase cash.
so fucc tha world is wut i'm screamin when my self's in doubt,
resort to beggin motha fuccas, "please help me out".
but tha evil that men do, will alwayz continue,
only homies really know, wut i've been thru- it's in you,
cuz ur wealth is my health,
hustle hard to play tha scarred cards that i'm dealt.
money hungry is mutual, my plot delivered soon,
difference from me and u, my glocc, ur silver spoon.
but pretty soon, i'll be on top gettin rich,
if tha feds come knoccin, then my ass has gotta dip.
fold.