GAME OF LIFE

get money get money In the shadows where the hustlers thrive, Chasin' paper, gotta keep the dream alive, Life's a gamble, roll the dice, feel the heat, In this concrete jungle, it's survival on the street. Eyes on the prize, every dollar's worth the fight, Dark nights, cold hearts, only the strong ignite, Stackin' chips while the world turns to ash, No time for weakness, I’m built to outlast. Whispers in the alley, secrets in the mist, Friends turn to ghosts, man, it's hard to persist, But I’m driven by the hunger, fueled by the pain, Gettin’ money's the mission, through the struggle and the rain. Counting every blessing, but the price is steep, In this game of life, you either wake or sleep, So I hustle like I’m broke, never lose my grip, In the dark, I find the light, let the money flip. whip grip