DREAMS 2 DOLLAR$

I swear i'm done this time So sick of all your motherfuckin lies My life is like a movie filled with horror, drama and advice I'm tryna be the author but theres some things that we can't decide Life is a challenger i dodge it's obstacles all the time It used to be easy early teens i was chasing profits All you cunts are deceiving chatting bad but know you ain't on shit Now there's so many fiending i'm serving fiends to fill my pockets All you rappers stay dreaming while my dreams are turning to dollars I'm on a grind this a hussle double up the bags get em sent Life is a puzzle Nipsey said first get yo money and then respect 'Last Time That I Checc'd' I swear we put the rap scene in check You cunts all making me board you're just pawns in this game of chess It's still f*ck the jacks Smoking beugs till my lungs collapse Shawty at the studio choppin trees like a lumberjack I heard she wan be mine so i told her i ain't got trust in that F*ck it lad i'll rap until the engineer says it run it back I been tryna' stack some growth brudda at the moment we underground Imma spazz a flow till the rappin' blows n u love my sound All the lads jus know imma have a go till my mother proud Still i'll smack my nose w a pack a coke till im comin down The sun is out and it's 6 in the mornin I'm sippin a northern And wiggin now my vision is warpin' These bitches are talkin I swear their all jus piggie informants Constistently stalkin n now tryna convict me for walkin But i'm just walkin by Tryna move on from my haunted mind Feelin sorta fine but sorta not i think i'm borderline Fucken up my life from snorting lines until i'm mortified Tryna sort it right but all i find is me jus pourin pints Spit morbid rhymes And flowin it wit a attitude You can't even rap on ya seedy tracks , no passionfruit I don't fight a lot cuz i'm nice for what, jus rappin truth Tryna' get the cheddar smoke lemon pepper and stack the views I'll back my dudes If a cat wanna chat shit Cap in ur raps kid Never packin' a fat shiv Spazz with a track quick Imma snap like elastic But all these pussys living off a packet of catnip Lad you're a spastic it's all cap in your rap vids How you claiming in broadday that your gangs really active Yo mother lying too it's in yo genes like saks fifth How you saying you trap but then rap bout being an addict F*ck me, I swear i'm never gonna understand Why u claim u trappin' lad n wrappin' packs in rubber bands Be a fucken man Drop the knife n make another plan Tryna' prove ya tough n soon ya blood'll stain ya mothers hands I bounce tracks, drop quick, n i share the heat The bouncer tell me i'm too fucked n i better leave Think I'm finna' bounce coz i'm flippin out like a trampoline Now ur an amputee coz i hung ya balls on a cherry tree I swear too many bitches lie... i couldn't tell you what's the truth She doesn't like the things i'm saying when i step into the booth She getting mad but she looks bad we fight then end up in the room This is that real shit unlike them rappers that cap for views Still packin a beug Every time a motherfucker wakes up Brainnumb toxic feel like huskii with these strange cuts I might change once i've got hella money saved up But till that day comes i'll be kicking with the day ones