every finga point against me

every finga point against me become a memory then they miss me how the ones that use ta kiss me always diss me its a mystery its the misery its the history its the point you didnt have sympathy when I was feeling empty and my soul was feeling skimpy and i chose to take my victory I know GOD right here wit me I know fraud gon end quickly I work hard i get bizzy ima boss i aint friendly I break bread I aint stingy but fake friends aint gon get me I could make bandz dolo plenty I took chance solo many I find blessings in these lessons no mo stressing bout no pennies