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(39) My LifeStyle X.XIV.MMXXI @ 1:41AM
I’m stressed but truly blessed.
My reality has brought on many lessons.
I’m blowing through these intersections.
Dashing my way to a tragic collision.
There’s three things in life I don’t do.
Sobriety, fake bitches & red lights too.
I’m always rolling off something.
Nobody can warn you what’s coming.
I’ve been broke before, without friends;
On my own hitting dead ends.
Ignoring them with, “Remember when..”
Things were different back then.
I’m reminiscing about older days.
I remember not having shit to my name.
Now I’m counting up & I’m hogging my lane.
Money ignites mistrust but I can’t complain.
Time progresses as I learn my lesson.
In agony, I can’t let go that I’m a felon.
Nobody was there when I was locked down.
I only had myself, nobody dared to come around.
Nobody knows where I really come from.
Little do they know the things I’ve done.
Wasted days & late nights on the run.
Don’t idolize me, police chases ain’t fun.
I do my best to maintain a smile.
Swerving on the road, endless miles.
I’m destroying my mental health;
For inevitable bottomless wealth.
‘Cause I hate being broke!
I’m known for snorting coke!
I sold what’s left of my hope.
I’m on 6th & ____ scoring dope.
Living in sin with seldom regrets.
Some things in life I’ll never forget.
My childhood had some neglect.
My reality is something I have to accept.
More problems leads to more bullshit.
More money, no doubt I need it.
I need alprazolam to stay lit.
No matter what, I can’t forget shit.
I’m intoxicated by muscle memory.
Premeditated plots, dirty money.
Establishing a high end lifestyle;
Working on the side, a nine to five.
While dirty money is tempting;
Sitting in a cold cell is depressing.
It just ain’t worth it.
I rather work for my drugs, I’m lit.
Now I’m financially elevated;
Dope’s becoming pure, man I’m faded!
I’m loaded off some fine concentrate.
My future is something I always contemplate.
I have dreams & goals.
Other things besides smoking bowls.
I want that shadow black Mercedes.
Someday I’ll consider sobriety.
My reality has brought on many lessons.
I’m blowing through these intersections.
Dashing my way to a tragic collision.
There’s three things in life I don’t do.
Sobriety, fake bitches & red lights too.
I’m always rolling off something.
Nobody can warn you what’s coming.
I’ve been broke before, without friends;
On my own hitting dead ends.
Ignoring them with, “Remember when..”
Things were different back then.
I’m reminiscing about older days.
I remember not having shit to my name.
Now I’m counting up & I’m hogging my lane.
Money ignites mistrust but I can’t complain.
Time progresses as I learn my lesson.
In agony, I can’t let go that I’m a felon.
Nobody was there when I was locked down.
I only had myself, nobody dared to come around.
Nobody knows where I really come from.
Little do they know the things I’ve done.
Wasted days & late nights on the run.
Don’t idolize me, police chases ain’t fun.
I do my best to maintain a smile.
Swerving on the road, endless miles.
I’m destroying my mental health;
For inevitable bottomless wealth.
‘Cause I hate being broke!
I’m known for snorting coke!
I sold what’s left of my hope.
I’m on 6th & ____ scoring dope.
Living in sin with seldom regrets.
Some things in life I’ll never forget.
My childhood had some neglect.
My reality is something I have to accept.
More problems leads to more bullshit.
More money, no doubt I need it.
I need alprazolam to stay lit.
No matter what, I can’t forget shit.
I’m intoxicated by muscle memory.
Premeditated plots, dirty money.
Establishing a high end lifestyle;
Working on the side, a nine to five.
While dirty money is tempting;
Sitting in a cold cell is depressing.
It just ain’t worth it.
I rather work for my drugs, I’m lit.
Now I’m financially elevated;
Dope’s becoming pure, man I’m faded!
I’m loaded off some fine concentrate.
My future is something I always contemplate.
I have dreams & goals.
Other things besides smoking bowls.
I want that shadow black Mercedes.
Someday I’ll consider sobriety.
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