I'm tryna stay on track
But the darkness so attached
Bout to grab me a pack and hit the streets on attack
F*ck this job take it back
F*ck the feds I need them stacks
Nigga pass me a turkey Ima flip it on its back
I ain't hurting but I'm hungry
Might be greedy oh well f*ck it
Hustle quiet not in public
No mo splurging Ima cuff it
TeTe told me don't you do it
Boy you Betta stick to music
F*ck the music it ain't movin
But them chickens always moving
Pocket monsters mane who got em
Sell me one for my problems
Just in case I got a problem
With these niggas at the bottom
Ima felon with a weapon if they catch me on my soul
I'm doing 5 out the gate then 9 months on parole
Break the law it don't exist while you out here taking risks
But for now it's making sense
I just thought that I would vent
Is it worth being killed is the shit I ask myself
You know niggas hate for real when you better than themselves
Man It's dark this time f*ck it nigga go make yo money
Watch yo back for them workers they snitching they really hungry
Pop a Molly get focused bruh only god can judge me
Niggas hating take notice im praying it don't get ugly
Outchea watch yo step cause the streets ain't playing fair
Do you wanna take that chance or leave them thoughts up in the air
It's on you god gave you free will on what to do
Man I think that ima chill that's what wize ones do