on regret. remember nights I was stuck in my head. thinking about life. I was filled with dread feeling like nothing nothing is possible, missing out now (but)
I'm collecting the Know the vision. All of this pain turned strong ambition. I had some people that switched for the fame. Sweat on my face, but they wasn't the same. I had to cut them, stayed in my lane. Now I'm too focused on building a name.
I put my trust in the one up above. Carry me through. And I felt like a man (for a minute)
Stree;
In the ghetto I have seen Fathers who sleep during the day
Mothers who are away at night
Murders treated as petty crimes
I have seen it all
I have seen things flying fly bullets, flying swords
Fly arrows, Flying stones. It's hell out there!
And no one cares, Not even the people who are suppose to have our backs,
busy “stabbing, shooting”
Street. Is not my home.
everyone's out here hustling
to make progress, surviving one day at a time.
others isn't the norm anymore. Everyone's got their own grind and struggles to deal with. Focus on your own lane, put in the work, and level up your life. money isn't just about being. walk away
from situations you don't like.
The real life
sky is crystal blue,A golden sun reflects in every view.The Hills arise, with winding streets of green,Where quiet wealth enjoys its private scene.
Beautiful. Homes. Car. Jet. Watch. Chains. Women
Live the life
Leave guilt on the floor by your slippers and robe your worries may nestle there too let shame and embarrassment
slip through the door there's no place for such things here with you let memories of laughter
words aimed to warm fill up any space in your head remember the smiles
of the people you love let those treasures come with you to bed you did all you could
with the day that you had you led with that heart full of love you toil and you care
and that's always enough
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so release that dark load to above now rest, close your eyes
let your fears melt away give in to the slumber you crave you are giving your all
to this cycle of life
welcome dreams and await a new day.
The real life
sky is crystal blue,A golden sun reflects in every view.The Hills arise, with winding streets of green,Where quiet wealth enjoys its private scene.
Beautiful. Homes. Car. Jet. Watch. Chains. Women
Live the life
Stree;
In the ghetto I have seen Fathers who sleep during the day
Mothers who are away at night
Murders treated as petty crimes
I have seen it all
I have seen things flying fly bullets, flying swords
Fly arrows, Flying stones. It's hell out there!
And no one cares, Not even the people who are suppose to have our backs,
busy “stabbing, shooting”
Nothing left for me. I ain’t going back
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