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Man you ain't living by no street code Caught a couple cases then he told How you claim you solid but making statements these folks Oh you flossin money but you ain't feeding yo people Only type of person to do that would be some weak folk Im just trying to teach those Who don't how to eat folk Ima teach you how to fish you just bring yo own pole No this ain't a movie tho Gotta stick it to yo role Bitch Im always eating never leave my house with out the toast Gotta keep the heat on cuz world been getting colder Pockets getting fatter as i get a little older Grip on the steel as look past my shoulder Cuz any damn minute this life can be over Mind constantly racing everytime that Im sober All of this damn stress turned a good kid into a smoker Drug user constant cocaine abuser Alcoholic kid who addict to budda I sold it after I became user Then I realized this shit turning me to a loser Money ran outta my pockets Smoking and sniffing my profit Waking up the next morning like damn I emptied out my pockets Back to the same habits Everyday I been at it Momma don't know her son done turned himself into a damn addict Battling with addiction Having constant afflictions All of these damn drugs been killing off all my ambition It's like I'm losing grip of my goddamn vision Listen to intuition And if I didn't change I wouldn't be in this position So many drug acquisitions I never thought that I would change the way im living Now i buy stocks sell em off for proper the baggage When it come to music i just gotta keep shit classic Gangster and gentlemen styles p would be happy All I'm trying to do is get this money and feed my family Na I ain't got time to kick it so go head and be mad at me My mind is on some other shit Im trying to make my money flip Stack it then I double it My goal is when Im rich I just wanna help the public Teach some love with it you don't need to hate on another one's craft if you worried about your own biz