"Life Aint A Bitch...But The Ppl In It Try To Make It...Ima Do Me Cuz Everybody Else Is Taken..I Would Say I Took It...But The Top Spot Was Vacant...Im The Owner Of The Building..And I Started In The Basement...I Flipped The Whole Script..Now The Paper Trys To Chase ME...They Say Lifes A Book...Well Ima Rip Out A FEW CHAPTERS IF YOU FACE ME...You Wanna Live A Dream?..Well If YOU PLAY ME..Ill MAKE...

i always seem to fuck up..and think i can make up for it later...look around for a savior...but all i see is haters...thinks ya friend think ya major...but they secretly wanna slay ya...friends are just a synonm for traiters....thinking they on ya team but they cant wait to trade ya...so all i got is this paper...think this money doing favors...but this paper cant buy prayers...crazy just to say...

Its More to the story..then just the picture...room full of eyes..but no one can see thee vision..sometimes i sit in listen...to the sounds of my dreams quitting....while my heart tryna fix it....my mind like forget it...while my body tryna get it..so which part of me is in the right position.... man feel like this bad luck got my soul in submisson...all this pride on my shoulders...but how long...