Know the reason why i do this shit man,

I do it for my fam do it for my kids yea,

Fuck the fame i need that money for these bills,

But it seems like god dont want me to sign that fucking deal,

Reflecting back at the past,

I want that digital dash,

I need to get some more cash,

I was working & busting my ass,

Full time everyday going from job to job ,

I was running outta solutions, moved back in with my mom,

Bad luck keeps following my ways without my problems solved,

Babyboy in my arms just rocking back and forth,

Tryna figure out what i was gone do from the right and the wrong,

my Babygirl is here now the feelings a charm,

Consiplating and procrastinating

Should i sell rock,

with all these good ideas to put that money in my mailbox,

Knowing it would lead to the feens yes indeed but im still here on my knees yelling please dont let this be the status pill pop,

if you can relate then put the life the paste,

And Wipe that dirt off your face,

Shit, It dont matter your race,

And if you talking down please just step the fuck out my way,

And turn yo ass back around cause you invading my space,

Know the reason why i do this shit man,

I do it for my fam do it for my kids yea,

Fuck the fame i need that money for these bills,

But it seems like god dont want me to sign that fucking deal,

Had to get back on my feet

To support my family,

My time is money and my kids are my everything ,

wouldnt know what i would do without them beside me,

had to make some better choices before doing time in the penitentiary,

And you can see i made it out these street

got my own place and two whips im blessed as can be ,

I aint gone lie shit i was stuck moving slow like a leach,

Not even making enough bread to last me a week,

I was traped deep down yeah it was hard to believe,

Hward pill to swallow plus i had alot up my sleeve ,

But its all good now hope it stays this way naimean,

I'm just waiting on that check to release this stress thats how it be yeah,