There’s a story that I hold real close to me It was about a young man who just turn 18 And he was well on his way To go and do big things But then he found fast money N Got him stuck in his ways He Hung around bad people Now he’s pushing the weight Posting all this and that Like he won’t catch a case And I feel for my brother Cuz it could go either way You either get out now Or keep playing the game Days went by and then they turned to weeks A lil homie making money Put it all on his feet Buying Air Force ones And The cement 3s Built his life on a lie And now he starting to think From the outside he looks well put together But his mental going crazy Cuz of all that pressure Started using rocks cuz he liked the high But the habit made an addict Smoked his own supply his uppers all mad cuz he smoked the rocks And they probably looking for him To go bust his chops It would be stupid to shoot him Cuz now they got him in debt And they can keep on using him Without breaking a sweat So he working for the plug Even heavier now And he’s so paranoid That he don’t even go out It’s straight 6 to 6 or 9 to 9 Working with the work no overtime now lil homie living scared But he ain’t got no choice It’s not up to him to try and go use his voice If bro tried to talk back to the plug Then he a probably fuck around And send him shots from a slug Uh And that was bad But it’s about to get worse One day he was riding tryna to do a serve He got robbed, and lost all of his work Now he’s crying cuz he that he bouta Get merkd Lord please don’t let me see his box in a hearse Cuz I know that if he tried he could make it work He could turn his his life around And stop being a clown But it’s hard when your boss Gives you 2 more pounds Now the last time I saw him Out on the block he was serving the feens and hitting the rock It’s crazy how the kid threw his life in the trash But who am I to judge I ain’t help his ass 3 days later get a call on my phone It was his mom Saying that he ain’t come home It’s been 24 hours since She’s seen him alone And it got me thinking bout The road he was on As the days went by still out of our sight He not out of our mind But he can’t make it right I remember hearing bout it It was 6 o clock Got a call from a friend Saying he got dropped I turned on the news To see what they saying They say they found a dead body Not moving just laying Shot 8 times in the chest and head I’m broke down right there Cuz my homie dead Now this whole story has one takeaway If you want the fast money Throw your life away See homie had dreams before he turned to greed Now he’s 6 feet under Giving worms their feed