from the soul

my baby brother 19 but still teaching me

frustration and anger made a beast in me

now can ready to die ain't a recipe for me

i told my brother everything i got

you got it equally

i'm becoming a man taking me further

if feel like try go get a ceasar without a barber

i'm growing wild while parents don't even know their child

disfunctional feel comfortably but you know my style

back against ropes like a boxer

watching goodfellas my influence was the mobsters

we again sick with no insurance for a doctors

hard to get cake but in the hood you get a chopper

lil niggas barely 15 be catch a homi'es

i just wanna record don't give a fuck if they sing me

my jumps used to be awarded just like the sonic

now the bad blocks and gutter where you can find me

engineers all about money until you make it

let them know your struggle they see the money and take it

money over most but paper is never sacred

unless is in the bible but most of these niggas is fakin'

i never bought crack i sold a lot of trees

try get my education but i had to fallback

notice of eviction familiar black struggle

that's why most of us is in prison try talk we don't listen

but fuck what i been through is only making me stronger

even if take me longer i got to win dude

tell me how i'd suppose to sit in class when i wait to

teacher got to check it now i concern what you into

that's why i slept to it

i'm up chasing a dollar pressure i step to it

know you're official when you do it like ref do it

i know you feel how i'm feeling this shit is stress music

pop a x to it sometimes i feel i ain't shit

i guess my ex knew it

sincerely being honest this is the best music

catalog shoppers with a patience of a shooter

whip the collar collide us eyes like stripe on a pradas

taking flight of a pride off

couple night and remind us

you lose your life over dollars we street niggas but scholars

politican endorsement and you kill a with a smiling face

so fuck a sparkler tell a owner to provide a case

i'm from money making so we really ain't no time to waste

autographed bodies leave niggas in their face

told my glass is up like i'm celebrating

unfortunately be the nigga that was never hating

bob marley truth smoke for who ever blazing

imma do this for my niggas that never make it