the struggle

ima getcha if I owe ya right/ on everything in my soul ima fold ya nice/ like you straight up out the cleaners cheap poster price/ splitcha gone walk into the light bitch poltadice/ I'm the envy of these fakas cuz my moves up in the streets/ pussy niggas play for keeps while these snitching niggas beef/ lifes a bitch her name karma when she puttem in the deep/ I'm still here nigga its clear that the games been good to me/ even though they don't pack fair I'm known to get them back/ cuz strap that I packs ware..I'm known to bring a hat/ Houdini niggas missing my exhibition with a throw away/ stay faded lifes jaded trying to do a show a day/ they wonder how I lived through all that state time/ nigga I'm hard and real not fake rymes/ but every single night I got a quarter agg/ imbeded in my mind I need a hydroponicjauna bag/ (HOOK): [I'm just a man getting older ... with hella weight up on my shoulders.. going through it in crossroads...falling in and out of love my nigga watch it how you handle me... cuz my nigga I will fold ya.. military minded ima soldier ... so sick with snitches and these roaches..they can't get it on they own they'll rather run up with they hands to me]