Remember

Remember being that broke kid on the block. No I didn't grow up with alot. The only time I had hoes around was in my sock. Hustlin to get the gwap I could not stop it wasn't going to fall in my lap. So I had to go get it went from L's to dubs doubling my funds. Steady paper chasing , no I wasn't laying bricks down like a stonemason. I was working around the clock just to get a fat wad. I used to go sleep with my stomach achin on E. Now I got plenty to eat and take my money in heaps. These other artists are sheep and lambs to the slaughter. When I vibe with a beat the inner me comes alive. All I can do now with my free time is write.A lyrical menace with my lines that cut deep. They shouldn't even bother to put up a fight. I am in the upper weight class They passed on me , they made a monster with these bars. Thankful they would sit around the table, and clown on me when I snapped on a beat. It was the main reason for me treating a instrumental like it's open season. I have a deep need to make a beat bleed. Becareful of the company you keep is what they tell me but, I go back to kicking it with me myself and I. The same group of all my peeps. The only ones that won't ever leave me high and dry. Looking to the skies asking why I got to be so lonely. The only one who knows me. Is the man in the mirror. That's what I used to think. Then I have been in hell now I truly believe. The end to a phony with only a few lines. Having them falling like they don't have a spine. I dare you to try and stand up and agonist me. Bombing their defenses. Turn the game into another blade runner. They get afraid when they see the skill set. All it takes for me to write a hit is a beat I feel. I just use it to fill a track.