its killimg me having to face the same shit i been escaping. blowing them trees like jamacans . i be anxious. wanting cash i need them faces. yeah my mind be in them wide open spaces (afraid i might lose it all) forget about the game yeah i tried that. money low bills pileing im right back. who im kidding i been it for so long yeah im tripping. what im on. whats the difference if im wrong and im broke. get me on. iont see it. fuck them haters who be judging me. fuck em let em come for me. long as i keep climbing out these trenches to that luxury. fuck it. ima chance it. take my shots like im drinking up that 1738 . blocks yeah they feel me dog believe me. throu corona i been zoning keep that cabage in my pockets ima loner. wanting the best from the worst fuck the curse. ( cause its killing me) its killing me having to face the same shit i been excaping. blowing these trees like jamacans i be anxious wanting that cash i need them faces yeah my mind be in wide open spaces afraid i might lose it all. yeah its hectic, trying to live it like a boss shit expected these nigga be gunning for head piece. winning thru this hating, shit deadly excaping from the pen or the hurst is a must everyday a nigga up with the stick. running it up. on a bitch who only caring about your pockets. lets get honest. i be in my feelings clowning about a bitch who aint caring fot me. caring about a bitch who aint there for me. not mentally physicaly or emotionally. just a trophy. for my niggas to look at. i look back, then i wonder what i m trippin on a nigga should of been gone.