I got tunnel vision nikkas look at me like they tryna diss me
Got to much division
Listen i come from the bx tryna make it large
Times out here gettin hard so i spit these barz tryna make a life
Rapping is all i know they shouldve known i passed that cyph
You already kno me an my nikkaz done passed that green light
Over time things coming thru
Like i got my baby momz over here while im still rolling dice like its chutes and hoopz
Tryna make it to the top
Still i stand
Looking back and forth wishing i could be the better man
I stand on top looking back at my past
Theres a shiny pole there
sign sayin no hand stands
Listen if yu were in my shoes you would understand aint time left
When you aint the money man
Nikkas know how it is living in the ghetto
Boogie down bronx theres no left hand to turn into
Sick and tired
First 48
listen man now its times to get it straight
These people on 141st next to the ave ready know it comes down
Man shooting dice and playing hoops feeling like im already 10 toes down
While reminiscing on my next move to become a money man
Time is heavy
My arms are sweaty
Palms gettin scary
Bowl of noodle spaghetti
Now hit me theres no life without a man kuz there was never such thing as the real money man.