Breath

#4 Paid my dues, tried to stay humble, couldn't help but bring the rumble to jungle in put the thrilla n manalla, young hustle albino gorilla, nock your bitch out her chinchilla, feel in like cold hearted killa,  call me out we could see who's realer, said she feel in empty well I got the filla,  
Career criminal minded lime lite blinded,  should of read the fine print for I signed it, to late to rewind it,  why I'm feelin so fresh today, just revised my reseme, but empoyers not callin, so what I do maybe get back to ballin, shit now these two pocadot pills got me feelin like I'm fall in, just stallin assed out on the flor look in at the ceilin, playin with my money like playin with my feelin,   Walkin a tight rope tied to 2 tall toweres, so I just cop a bag of that power, u can have 23 but from 2 to 3 that's my hour, and every once in a while threw cracks in the concrete rises a flower, a soul survivor make moves based on survival, yet in despite of it all we are are own worst rivals, tryin to breath a breath of fresh air back into the game like a rival, only god can judge the kid, and to know that I didnt have to read the bible.....