My Life

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times/

That's what happens when I spit these dope rhymes/

I spit raw flames/ your bars aint sicker than mines/

And while, you're spitting your wack lines/

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines/

They say we living in troubled times/

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm pimp slappin mines/

You'd like someone to give you an opinion of your rhymes/

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines/

Im in my own division, you cant dodge this collision, my mind and rhymes/

I'll tear apart your jaw frame / you're all lame with the simplest lines/

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs/

But I have finally noticed that I would be remembered/

The connections that tie people together are severed/

The older i got the more these feelings grew and festered/

But there's no pleasure in being the ender of a life that you once treasured/