looking at the hands on my watch,

some times in this rap game,game comes from many directions,and you see that it may comes in the form of bitches,guns,and ho's,just trying too stick you for all your paper,before you can quickly get out the door,thats why i dont trust none of these bitches and ho's,up in this here rap game, cause deep,deep,down inside because of jealous and envy,a straight up bitch or nigga,can straight up take you off the block,this here grimmy game don't stop,it steady,stay ticking just like the hands of my rolex watch,i steady blow out tears and tissue just like blood money,stach in a fucking shoe box,i take no chances around all these so called ops and haters,comes and go's just like season, sometimes i can't tell winter from summer, cause some of my bitches that i fuck it can be cold hearted then snowflakes,when it comes too fucking with your feelings up in this here street game,and these so called niggas,that you straight up call your homeboys and friends,can turn on you in a blinking of a eyelid,and things can get straight up heated quickly up in this here rap game,over envy and so called jealousy, cause a nigga wanna be in your place,step in your fucking shoes, wanting too be able too do what you do,but the only real reason why is he really know that he can do what you do up in this rap game, it's a famn