know i been drinkin i feel it in my liver, Im tryna get the gold i do not fw silver, Sendin out the bags i hope they get delivered It feels like i been drownin i be in the river I been on condine i need to change prescriptions, all my hittas be strugglin w their own addiction, i aint gon let it stop me, i got aspirations, i got dreams, cant listen to no hatin, i gata grab it, turn passion into magic, let em have it, leave the scene shit was real graphic, i got tunnel vision, i can see right through ya tactics, domt you try to run, i can tell you pussys be actin, ima get to clappin, all these fake hittas believe they w the action, i try to tell em, ypu gata go to ya classes, i couldnt go i was thuggin w all my masses, im no michael jordan but ill ball on allyour asses, thank god you gon leave  alive, n not in no body bag, i seen real one be so quick to die, because these fake people so scared jus to let them be alive, i triex to warn em but they said that i lied, i aint ever one to be disguised, i made mistakes and i have paid with this pain, but i swear aint nun of the struggle will be in vein gata maintain, make sure my lane paved, so when my people be walkin through they all know that they safe, i know that when i get the bag, i can flip it real fast, issa fact, ion have to be fake pretendin im drinkin ak, i can feel the shit inside of me i bouta go attack, go ape shit on these people cause they acting wack