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Shot caller
Hustler, keep your mind on your riches
The golden life
Live it everday
But don't think I ever understood
It's all money, power, satisfaction?
I don't know
Isn't it stressful though?
Is it the lie I think it is?
Always got to watch your back
Isn't it a lonely sorrow?
Can't really borrow,  can't ever lend
Just making it just to spend your life with a gun on your lap
Even a homie could turn his back
Because that's were they're all at
Just everyone watching they own back
Who am I to judge that life
I'm just saying
I'm not for that
To my eyes it looks like pain
I think I'd get tired
Looks like running
Looks like I'm towards it anyway haha
Maybe it's okay, maybe not
I'll just take a seat and watch
Just, how is it?
I'm not there, it's not fair if I assumed it wasn't right
What's it like?