pushing with two cubes printed with dotted numbers hitting in corners sticking to my position my hands packing my pockets back talking on some ends I'm the motherfucking boss money on my mine . I be going for broke no sense to notice without an team I be feing through the mud with my last cent. you wouldn't think I be the one that would make you feel this way getting my scratch on even if I have to peel my way always about being the shit having my way. I'm the substance of the lick cocaine fuck all ! spit aim shoot I be coming harder than bitch. wait a minute you'll feel the kick than later you see it this situation committed its my motherfuckin rent getting it how I live it . gangsta bent in a sense it was happening I just couldn't see it when push come to a shove I had to be it only. one way out someone had to beat it in a sense of knowing I'm knowing that I was needing it contemplating situation of how I'm getting it the game that's played I'm running it sometimes I feel stranded at checkmate close my eyes I'm sudden to be. but I ain't stunting realizing I'm really living the truth reminiscing to recognize I feel what I been through every morning I awaken I feel I have to awaken from the money bag await decision of how I stayed true setting in statements as period speaking on how I begin I want more than just for who at times I feel it'll never end but when I do open my eyes to see I'll come to sense and recognize I'm in it like this can't help that I'm known for going for broke not done until I'm finished with it over time causing no penalties trust to admit stepping forward fuck in order a time to consist my saying when getting down I'm gonna insist be the shit deep zoned no wonder how I keep getting it going for broke opening my eyes to see matter the situation the most of the expectation how I'm getting it my decision of how I get it and how I just put it. I go for broke.