your out side looking in close the blinds cause you see me writing my rhymes while I'm planning on selling dimes I gotta do it for the rent ima take it to a whole new extent leave you laying down bodied yeah boy now you aint gotta heartbeat and ya momma crying life can sometimes be really terrifying but you gotta play the cards right everytime you get jammed even when life don't goes as planned just gotta get up and take a stand don't let anyone stop you from ya dreams gotta ignore what they say and keep writing ya schemes I'm screaming fuck the police till I die yeah boy I aint gotta lie sometimes I tend to get crazy my thoughts have been filled with murder lately and I'm never changing dont care if I'm eighty only riding wit the real fuck a fake ya girl ima take fuckin these hoes she bends over and touches her toes tried of being broke these bitches don't want any smoke trying to find out my true path while I'm steady puffing gas gotta find the way to the money if I dont gotta rob anyone to night then everyone is lucky police doing searches cause of how we get our earnings thinking to my self how am I gonna get out the trenches while counting all my blessings damn soulda paid attention to my senses