#TopShelfProductions #TopShelf #Bottomfeeders #money #AllTheWayThru #ProgressionNotPerfection I've been at the top, been at the bottom. I've seen shit you can't fathom like my girl and bro smashing witnessed assassins kill with passion friends of long-lasting, doing the blasting. ride off with ops, they cuttin up and laughing. plot and scheme against they whole damn team they filing statements against family make me lose my sanity. what happened to the vitality of morality, we all wanna be conveniently pleased even if it means we got chances of being deceased somehow it sounds better when there is a possibility of death, has to to with emptiness in the chest , and having that near death experiencence we just all trynna live to see another day, face any obstacle our way. think if the world was more selfless, if everyone showed love that was endless think about if we didnt have to be so vigilant, how we got demon intentions but wee heaven sent? I think the end is near, good time to repent and ask for forgiveness as I look in between all the cracks and crevices the negative shines it's light on the impairative, we all have started to depreciate the appreciative. everyone losing imagination, time to be creative. don't spend to much of your time soul searching stay in your lane, don't tolerate the mergin.. just lend a helping hand I think there is a lot not being said. There is like a big hole in this shit and something all together just ain't right. But I'm scared by time I get shed the light... it'll be the wrong night, a little to late and a little outta site my drip ain't measured in drops, calculated by gallons regulated with balance aggravated with yo absence you cultivated the characteristics of an actress stop with the gimmicks my drip mimicked, trendsetter not a misfit you can watch me you can even study you will never copy me 1 in million I'm unique, obsolete you have fake hapyphen open up lenses and see it from a different view, different angel, don't come here with a black heart screaming you're an angel, very conceiving I know the ropes around your ways so I'm skeptical i know what's acceptable, dint know if its correctable you to focused on the tangibles, I knew something was formal when you stopped dressing in your casuals... every time I spoke, my sentence broke with defensive remarks, like a bark. you could see the guilt and shame from the start... shed so much light on it from expressions, I could have learned Mt lesson in the dark. why did you use so much force when you ripped is apart?