Cocaine Powder Dreams part II
 

I mean its all I got, sacrifice life for this music,
I guess it chose me cuz its not like I could choose it,
Or switch that, pop the cap off a 40,
Fake soda cans, liquor filled keeps you drunk until the morning,
Wake up, thoughts break, head ache I feel the painin,
Im maintainin’ this lifestyle, the games got me gainin,
All the fakes think they can play me, have me fooled,
I think ya must have forgotten where I get schooled,
Street life, no way out, from here on out its blurry vision,
Nuthin to lose, people say it’s a suicide mission,
But I say, its more a portrayal of the raw me,
Headed for the end, but its more like kamikaze,
If im gonna die, I aint gonna die pleading,
Im goin out in style, cuz real men die for a reason,
The whole world knows when I rip, throw down my chips,
Dropping this shit, livin respect, just like an exec,
Livin the life that no one wanted, see paint chippin off the walls,
Rollin blunts, puffin something, then I get a call..
Remind me of high life, big time money is all im wishin,
Stack the papers and with the extra I grab a smif and wessun,
But im bettin you don’t wanna even test it,
Let alone leave the best, and forget that you was restin,
The teks in, communications usin the cell phone,
Transaction made, home is just like a hell’s hole,

damn, no love huh? uppin

still uppin this bitch