You know you gotta put the in the time. To make a little more than a dime.. Niggas gonna call that a Grind. But Life aint all about the money Its about how you Shine. Always gotta feed your tummy. Some days yeah it aint funny. Your nose gonna get all runny. Hands all dirty, beg for mercy.. They call it a journey.. These are the words i apply Give to you as a supply, To lisen to while you get high So you can Fly up in the Sky.. Maybe even drink a little Rye Sometimes you dont even know why, You trying to chase a bitch. When the reality is she should be 6 feet under it. Look at it, Settle it, just trying to give a shit. But i can't. They say im scared but i ain't Built like a tank.. Maybe not Physically but mentally This is meant to be my destiny. Its a recipe. Called life, always comes with a price. But you cut it open with a knife.. Maybe even get a beautiful wife. Who will Treat you right.. Tuck you in at night. Till you end up in the afterlife.