I’ve been stuck in my ways , the only thing on my mind is get paid and duck jakes, I’m a far way from jumping gates , gained everything but lost my faith , searching for Pennie’s , they asking if i changed plenty , many men want me dead but I’ve been praying and keeping it on me , run up you gon see , all the demons sent to me I’ll be sending them back apart like I’m throwing up the peace , still got my **** in the back who been throwing up them bs hate is the art of the poor , sit and wait for them to show they hand and i win Everytime i master the art of the war , i do my due diligence they say my voice been touching villages , cause i tend to leave em messages and images that them kids never seen before but I’m just telling my story hoping this shit lead me to Zion the glory what’s meant for me will never skip me & i hope what I’m writing will make sure it cement me and in every instance you never forget me, this ain’t death note this my best stroke of the pen honest to god i don’t give one flying fuck about a friend they want fame i want yen , they want chains , i want Ben franks sitting in my wallet , you **** been out of pocket & if I’m being honest i feel like all of you **** garbage, the Don style mafioso, i hope you know so , gotta bitches from Belgium bouncing of my pogo , garments exclusive copped from soho to 5th back to you **** ya shit trash , ya album dish rag Shit sad how you **** can’t beat me with one arm tied behind my back , and even if i was high off cr…. i use to pick locks and slip knots bitch I’m the big shot , papa use to water while till his wrist lock , you **** sus Chris Bosh ya Shit don’t knock like a sibling living in yo apartment , imma arsonist set fire to booth in a game full of liars turns out that I’m truth