Got 2 jobs yet I’m still Some how struggling 2 jobs no income the bags I’m fumbling I smoke that reefa to keep me hustling My boys hit me up, where all your money went? Went to the strip club that’s where my money went Hit up my dealer that’s where my money went The chick I was chatting up that’s where my money went Found my self in the mud I fell in again Walking over bridges I be dodging all the snitches you like framing so much but you can never paint them pictures I stick to my interests I get we can all be different So many different flavours but still fuck up the mixtures Bad habits calling I’m go cancel when I be sliding You think I am on tour not my first time I’m tryna guide em The only one looking out for me is me I’m providing you say you’ve seen a ghost you lying Because I’m the one that’s writing