i still chase this money, dedicated. i will meet up with the devil for a deal. but homies said you gotta stay real to yourself, gotta do something real with this time I have left. In my life I've never been this stressed out. The feeling excruciating I'm 'bout to pass out. The time is 10pm my palms sweating, replaying memories and fuck it; im  regretting the past now.  Too many women they requiring too much attention I ignore, unsaved numbers on my speed dail I ignore. Disrespect is jus the vanity niggas is dying for coz Good character is not jus something u find at a store. Every night I hear them gunshots, niggas crying for help. Everyday the sun sets, another nigga go to hell. everyday at dawn, another nigga go to jail. no one is immortal here That what I used to think ryt, now every night I barly sleep, even afraid to blink ryt. With that kinda trauma you can not survive a single week, bro they say it makes you weak, reason why I smoke that weed ryt. Ohk. No lie, these girls heaven sent. Man I jus met this other one with an attractive scent. She told me She got a treasure hidden under her pants, bet she don't know, after her I'm coming for her friends. That's not a way to live fam. but then the street taught me to get it for now reason. go for that pussy money weed long as you breathing. And we stay grateful for the blessings we receiving. We got a slogan bro it's money over everything, I got a pretty thang addicted on the nicotine. Yeah I dnt trust her coz I got her from the street, now she talking crazy saying she want me to but her a wedding ring. But every night I'm tryna call she down pick up, so I call another one like hey can we meet up, so don't blame me for having too many option, coz them bitches all the same, as long as they get my dick up