As the pressure builds inside of me I feel I’m gonna crack And as bullet fires back my brains’ll splat all over the map I’m movin’ forward takin’ em back, makin’ em clap It’s all about the cash but I ask ain’t it a craft? Maybe the past is always better, mankind loves nostalgia Scattered images in my subconscious like collages I’m haunted, by my losses, I’m lost up in this fortress Was forced to never forfeit, cuz boys up in a coffin And I remember often, getting’ higher that a forklift But now I’m sober cuz my music be affectin your kids Life’s got me awkward lately I be feelin’ nautious Couldn’t even crack a phony smile if I wanted Alcohol and booty calls got the people blinded Anyone can spell hell but they can’t define it I try to be more than just the ordinary Spent a couple hours with the pen and wrote the lyrics with devotion hear it A million thoughts is goin on in my brain, I need a million Pills so I could reduce the pain, about a million Dollars in the bank right away, another million True fans and I’ll be amazed because A million obstacles could get in my path, causin’ a million Possible results to my ass, about a million Nightmares I seen in the past, and now a million Muthphuckaz is feelin my wrath Grandpa used to tell me son ur never rich in this world But I can’t recall the rest cuz the shit is a blur No matter how much cash u got u’ll never make it for sure I promise you that life will find a way to take what u earned The fast life has got me hustlin’ for Benjamin Franks Hands tied and I’m walkin to the end of the plank Starin’ at the sky talkin’ to the 5th angle 500 pound anchor and it’s chained to my ankle but I’ma make it I’ma break it on some david blaine so you could call me magic even though it ain’t my name I watch the California sun rise every day It’s like the sky is hypnotic and the sun is alize The palm trees are bomb weed, the trunk is the blunt Mother nature get as you as intoxicated as you want Hey yo my grandpa was wrong being rich is up here All my questions and answers are right in my mirror Walkin’ into my apartment hang my coat on the door Debatin’ this war, that’s goin’ on inside of my thoughts I don’t show weakness but I’ve never felt this before A catch 22, I can’t win no matter the score Life swept my feet from under me so I gotta crawl “you could make a decent livin’” nah I’m out for more I’m transparent, I’m exposed, you the thief, I’m the gold Only cat you know, with a four five I’ma fold It’s no wonder why me and my girl couldn’t get through it she’s a queen I’ma king but we was unsuited fake daps from fake cats that make mistakes happen I try to avoid small talk but they trap me ask me how is ur life, you still rappin like I would ever quit, Like I do this it for fashion like them actors, it’s more like a passion, like paintin on the canvas neva catch Z posin’ for cameras.