My Own

as a youngin I sat on the porch dreaming visions being top of the world have the block bleeding seen it the biggest of hustlers that start feenin leaning while they puff on they blunts but them percs needed spent a couple years chasing bitches was so sleazy stepped back and i really assessed they was all easy didnt understand bout the man but the cash pleased them niggas think they really hot shit but the facts these them only met one boss in my life and I brought keys in believe you can achieve it better chances meeting Jesus niggas thought me square cause im on the chess team when really i deceived them im moving all the pieces fall back from the whole trap philosophy I rather be in circles where the bosses be you can get them rico cases im gone stand apart from things distance myself socially my wife and kids the only ones thats close to me its sposed to be