Cocaine powder dreams, nothin is as seems,
Seen so many bags, people passin on the greens,
For ever lastin, im just trin to get by,
Crisis in the family eye, light a splif to stay high,
Done it my way, I need no help with the solution,
Confusin, but in the end I find the resolution,
Memories bring bad thoughts, thinking it was the end yo,
Midnight comes by, and im already out the window,
Life lacks the edge, hard to remain sober,
Make a mistake and it just might be game over,
No extra chances, cant even pop in a credit,
Life may be a game, but I guess no one can get it,
Some are guided by angels, some guided by demons,
Mine comes in the disguise of these sights that im seein,
dreams, riches beyond your wildest creations,
cash spillin over, bluntz lightin, and more papers,
it keeps comin and comin, like theirs no way out,
don’t want to raise my voice, but im forced to shout,
makin big calls, protect yourself against a bust,
shine that old nine that just sat there collectin dust,
trust me, im not complainin, getting high is the thing for us,
but snatchin purses and runnin off gives more of a rush,
to fuck wit, I bust shit, need a fresh breath of air,
blastin ya in the face, and smoking bluntz in the back stairs,


more ta this comin soon.....

uppin for feedbaq

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Hustler