SACRIFICE

my heart might be broken but my voice is so golden my momma think im chosen and my homies say i owed them and my homies say i gettin older illuminati im goated sacrificed in these flames that i hold in a sacrifice to these flames that im holdin yet my neck stay frozen from these cold shoulder emotions i got more flows than an ocean now sit and let that soak in i was buggin when i wrote this rippin all of my roaches i been hittin riffs and duckin whiffs if i ever make it you aint gettin a scent ill drop more on my wrist before i pay yo rent and if time is money then thats time well spent it aint clickin till im gettin rich city black and white like nesquick and im in da mix and i aint tryna die in the 2-6 broken home finally got the roof fixed no more rainy days in my room bitch and i aint livin no lie mane pullin my hair im ready to die for fame