making stacks

Lost in the shadows, where the sirens wail, Best friends fallin’, caught up in the jail, Concrete jungle, where the dreams decay, Gotta hustle hard, find a way to break away. Streets whisper secrets, got a price to pay, Every corner I turn, memories lead astray, Homies in the pen, livin’ life on freeze, Tryna stack paper, but it’s hard to find peace. Life’s a game of chess, gotta watch your back, Trust is a luxury, and loyalty’s slack, Dodgin’ the feds, while I’m countin’ my stacks, In this gritty struggle, ain’t no room for slack. Grew up in the grime, where the shadows creep, Lost too many souls, now I can’t even sleep, Chasin’ paper dreams, just to rise from the mess, But the streets keep callin’, man, I’m feelin’ the stress.