#Trapmusic #hustle2this preach to my sisters try reach these Lil niggas and teach these Lil nigga forever I'm da moment baby boy take pitcher finessen to win I'm trying to get ya richer prayers for u to make it b4 the streets come get ya cuz once ya gone none of these women gone miss ya gotta stay grounded loss ones never find it all these bright material things a leave you bilinded either time ticks away or it's perfect timing when it comes album's either your selling or your buying if u miss the first time homie keep trying all I state is facts won't turn back the lying it's stars in the sky I just follow the science and say prayers for all my people that keep on dying Get ,up, little homie, you gotta keep trying. I promise everything will be fine everyone can't thug or get rich off of drugs its gotten so bad now they want it back in blood. I remember when we was getting it out the mud if I could change things I'd ask for it in love now we kick back and give bk 4 Lil cuz and talk to da homies as if I was the plug it too many Lil niggas dying off drugs my aunts daughter died I just cried and gave her a Hugh and I know wic on his shit in the heavens above in every family theres a fien who am I to judge