I'm just trying to get it faster made myself a master life started a disaster let me preach. pastor. no one to look after I was born a bastard dad went ghost I ain't talking Casper moms never home so I can't even asker damn shits cold made me harder than plaster ima keep it real til I'm old like napster the art of it is apart of it life forced me to adapt first raised around gangsters and some I called family turned out to be actor they deserve an Oscar real shit that was sad to me but that's just how it had to be so naturally I focused on myself, accuracy miracously I started stacking cash quickly started living happily getting all the cash I need finally get a chance to breath Loosened up my pants and sleeves devil had a grasp of me mother fucker had to leave and actually half of me is stuck all In the past believe the other half turned heartless cuz god hasn't answered me and I don't mean rant and preach but I am tplaying I feel like I'm talking to myself when I'm sitting praying does he hear what I'm saying and I ain't even hating look all I'm trying to say is we sinning all day but still expecting saving that's like trying to speak Spanish to a fucking asian