I’m back

Guess they counted us out I’m about to re- us up in the drought Now they doing shit for clout Could of took the fastest way But id rather go another route My soul ain’t for sale Being rich is heaven and being poor is hell Succes is in my favor not counting to fail While y’all was out tearing up the town I was busy out reaching for the lost and found Had to lock myself in a room Clear my mind from the fake and come back out soon You a G or a Goon always be sure never be the to assume Keeping myself so humble when the war come I’ll be ready to rumble Thunder quaking while the fuck boys body shaking Could of went on the lot and bought a Rafe I’ll rather see my whole hood eating being safe Chase the money but don’t fall in the process You niccas was in your mama stomach when I ran it up In the projects Stack it up for a rainy day in the process Reaching for my hoop dreams like a number one prospect Outkast myself from the world label as a reject