Beat of the day

Pull up, stove glow gleamin’ off the chrome plate, Zone late nights, dice roll with my own fate. Phone shake buzz — code words through the air vent, Ten rent paid off a flip, not inheritance. Paragraphs trap math, half in the duffle, Hustle in the blood, muscle built subtle. Bubble on the stove, ghost smoke through the curtain, Certain that the feds get close, keep workin’. Churchin’ in the whip, sip fifths through the ashtray, Last play heavy, got a semi in the backway. Cash weigh moral, morals start missin’, Mission get muddy when the money start glistenin’. Vision in the static, addicts by the doorstep, More debt stack with respect in the war steps. Form bets quick — sick odds, sick measures, Pressure in the vein, pain link to the pleasure. Pull up’, lens flash from the pole cam, Whole fam coded — talk low through the program. Foam cup muddy, buddy on the third watch, Bird drop numbers, runner hit the word spot. Turn plot sour when the hour start changin’, Rain in the brain, maintain through the drainage. Chain link fences, tense when the whip creep, Fifth deep, slide with a vibe in the mint seats. Digi scale tap, map plans like a blueprint, Two cents thin, still spend what the truth meant. Juice spent daily, bail paid barely, Mary in the bong, calm storm when it’s scary. Fairy-tale told through the shells in the alley, Valley of the lost, cost etched in the tally. Rally with the fam, grams split even, Even odds lethal when deceit Pull up bussin’, same block, new tension, Crew bench warm while I drew new pensions. Mention my name wrong, storm in the radius, Alias safe, but the face too radiant. Caged in my thoughts, fought laws, lost sleep, Sauce leak slow, old beef get deep. Keep peace close with a beam on the muzzle, Puzzle of a man who can’t stand but hustle. Bundles in the sink, link phones, trade numbers, Slumber in the day, pray laws don’t uncover. Thunder in the soul, roll dice with precision, Vision split prism, still grind on a mission. Whispers in the kitchen, intuition on fire, Higher than my sentence when the fences get wired. Tires spin quick when the siren flash, Last laugh sin, but the win still cash.wonderin does my face still fit in this mask