The endless cycle

 
The world gone upside down
In fact it's already dying
Nigga stole cash from a rich man
Now the Nigga be on the floor pouring out his soul
He ain't never reached his goal
Tryna make a dime for his family
Never got to be who he wanted to be
His kids be crying for food that ain't never gonna come
His baby mama be getting ready to drop and run
He tired of all drama he feels he a failure
Who ain't never getting a decent job I tell ya
The bills be filling up the kids be acting up
The nigga only human tryna tell his baby mama stay
Convincing them Good Times be coming u just gotta Pray
The kids telling him you shouldn't have spent all that money
 now we be counting bills
He used to be sipping honey
 Now the rich man gon get him killed
For with his money the niggas pocket was filled
Rich man be raining down on him busy squeezing out every cent he hustling for his baby mama calling her his lover
The rich man ain't never leaving till his commas come back
Till his friends come back
Till his wife be back in his house
The rich man ain't never quitting
Till he gets another spouse
He missing them sponsors
and the night outs with them business men
And so the baby mama fled with her kids
On to better things
She off to a better ring
While her man be getting strangled
The rich man got blood on his hands
Looking for money well spent
While all his homies went
Now he pouring out his soul coz he ain't never reached his goal
Tryna make a dime for himself
Tryna run away from the splash of blood that he made
Should've turned down the blade
Time has now caught up with him
His bills be rising up
Investments are gone
All his shit be going wrong
Now another rich man be raining down on this nigga coz of the cash he stole thought he could play poker but it's too late to fold
squeezing every dime he hustling to live with
Wanted to be financially free but now you see that myth
Nigga might as well kill himself before
The richer man decides to tie up loose ends with his hands and prolongs the trend.