EVERY DOLLAR - STREETS

I sit back with this spliff and reminice on these streets. this life I chose. this music I wrote. this 45 in my hand. just to scare niGGas. I have come so far but still got so far to go. the streets is watching, niGGas is creeping on niGGas when niGGas is sleeping. I light it up for my nigga pop smoke. real neighborhood watch dog. a life a life, a tooth for a tooth. ain't no whimps here. you either take the shot or dock the shot. rest in peace to all my niGGas that could not dock the shot. life goes on. still got dreams of pushing an old school classic. something like a 1975 on deep dish rims. escaping from death so many times. got to be the hand of God protecting. from nothing to something was my responsibility. they coming for me so am on my grind, grinding out this cheddar. in my zone with the spliff. toke after toke. I refuse to die poor. on the run for the cheddar. I call it paper chasing. the rough road got me on my grind. I was born poor but it is my fault if I die poor. so am ceasing every dollar. these bars will change your life. so grind wisely not harder. every dollar counts.