Smoking on sativa turning me to a believa, ya boy tuck, yeah I never gave a fuck, I always put in work, even when my feelings hurt, but as you see on the gram here I am, I stand, just me and the Gods Army not even satan can harm me, study this rap game for long enough, I no longer need to bluff, I came to far, I’m now mentally tough even with a life so rough, made it through my own trenches, even the star player originally started from the benches, if you search my name you’ll see lot different mentions but money is the mission if you just listen, my words could get you high, even if I die I gotta smile on my mind, once they see the vision then we all no longer broke so Tucker it’s time to go. Yes now back to the road, money I want to hold to I fall in my grave, so for this game I am a slave to create the future, while you sit and listening high on your phone or computer, sometime I wish money was all I had, no electronics, only money and honest people in the circle, if only I controlled the world though lives could be so different just think where you live you don’t have to rent it, life could be simple but for now I’ll stay in my temple forever I learn to create the great way for all of us, in god we trust for lust of the dollar bill on a search for a trill of what’s called excitement or enlightenment reaching an new level of life at that, damn Weston shouldn’t be writing that but we should always stay true, stay you, even when we are gone, at least the world will have song to eventually sing along an remaining front the wrong I will belong in forever time chamber maybe some day I could be a Blue Power Ranger, for now life is danger I’m just putting out a low key banger, I could go an hour on this beat, time is cut short so hey get some sleep.