Someone

These lyrics reflection of self crying out for help If money were the problems, they would all be spreading wealth I could spit a line or two, about the different dimes I've screwed They telling you its yours, like they told their other dudes But in the heat of moment, reorganize your priorities Rather be in the studio, then around some sororities Cause bitches come and go but my youth doesn't By the time Im 25 I wanna be someone Someone Simple as that I got my cards played right, like I counted the stack And they Claim to be connections, all they doing is lag So when I cut em all off, I'm just cutting the slack Cause Id rather have true friends, just by my side 4 quarters not 100 pennies Real ones not fake enemies So whose with me, vamanous, call me Kauz or Jefe Translation, this the plan, no other end game I'm gone