Take My Hand

No disrespect, what's up I don't wanna back in blood I prefer to sip that lean that have you tweaking off one cup Being honest I done kicked a couple niggas out the club Same nigga that was friends switched for a bitch I thought I loved Steady balling no Milwaukee but I'm playing for the bucks I know I'm blessed never stressing so I don't need your luck walk a mile in my shoes while you toting my ruck I remember being down bad still shining like the sun Money getting tight but I'm making ends meet Hundred thousand dollar dreams only seen when I sleep Scared to close my eyes cause when I do them demons creep You'd think I born in June the way I'm followed by the heat They asking where I been, I tell them in my bag Popping tags Chasing cash If you first you never last Copped a whip hit the gas you know I stay on track Niggas said we trash but hit my phone for a track Niggas dying, mommas crying over homicides Lately, nothing making sense I pray for dollar signs Onna road, shit set in stone, I'm all alone Been thru hell, the devil left when I cut the stove I got some ties to the streets but was never really in it Shooting point-blank range so it's hard for me to miss it They say shallow in too deep, to be honest, I felt like quitting And my heart grew colder than the fridge up in the kitchen I was missing work, popping perks, doing dirt, drag Went to school, got a job, but still was chasing bags I was young with a dream draped in Walmart brand rags Product of the struggle with big hope of popping tags I had hella people doubting me, a lot of Snakes surrounding me I can't let them breathe, I'll give'em smoke like a pound of weed Brodie caught them at the light on sight they was Irish spring Pulled up with the rake now they fall to a pile of leaves Pockets feeling dry like a desert with no sight of trees Diamonds in a tutu got them dancing in the slightest breeze I done wished up on a star, Ima get a bag by any means They wonder why I'm cold I is (eyes) locked where the Stevie keys