money

Everyday I think about the money, got my mind in a whirlwind, Dreams of green, stacking paper, gotta hustle, never pretend. Life’s a game, respect's the currency, it’s a hard grind, From the block to the top, gotta shine, leave the past behind. See my brothers struggling, searching for a way out, Every corner, every alley, hear the whispers, hear the doubt. But I rise like the sun, never letting shadows win, In this concrete jungle, gotta fight, gotta spin. Count the blessings, but the stress weighs heavy on my soul, In a world where the rich eat, and the poor pay the toll. I remember days of struggle, now I’m chasing dreams, But respect ain’t just for dollars, it’s more than it seems. So I hustle with my heart, every step, every breath, In this life, it's about the grind, never fearing death. With ambition like a lion, I’ll roar until I’m free, For the love, for the struggle, this is more than just me.