My home boy passed on now All my plans are out the picture For him I gotta make nice sound Maybe do me a hit feature Even though my mind is full of doubts I have to get rid of such fixtures My soul is screaming and the voice loud Everything is just going South I get angry but I keep my cool on They stepping on me coz I'm under ground I know my novel is not approved Coz my bank account is not in pounds It time like these where you ask yourself Is all mighty Jesus around Self esteem going out of line I feel the pressure and I'm going wild My neighbor a killer and he's living proud When you lose your life it can never be found I'm keeping you safe you can call me your pouch Money issues made a nigga go out Panic attack had me sinking deep down