Said I got a bright future, how the fuck does it look? One foot in the gutter the other stuck in the books, Came from a fatherless home, so did most of my friends, Grown from neglect, death, liquor stressed hopin’ for ends, At some spot rockin’ Clark’s sparkin’ up a cigar, some bitch sniffin’ coke while fiends fuck with the hard, My mans selling drugs, thuggin’ grippin’ to digits, This bitch still sniffin while I’m sippin’ a Guinness, Our father figures pictured through a couple’a acts, like “who the fuck are you,” and “I don’t fuck with that rat,” Who’s rougher - tougher, who fronts like they both, Who’s fronting - fucking, who’s fucking with dope, Growing up, growing lust loving all'a the bad, broken homes made us whole cause it's all that we had, Never had that support, we sorta drifted away, Getting locked to our vices so we lived for escapes Lived in shit, muddy kicks, crib smelling like piss, turning nothing into something makes you selfish a bit, Fatherless kids, some even fathered some kids, then started facing themselves, so their fathering slipped, That’s a roll of the dice, been cold rolling through life, And got old with some kids, and now I’m holding them tight, Had nights Growing up feelin stuck and alone, Now my fears not being there for my son when he's grown, Learned to provide but not providing my time, Obsessed with seeing success but only finding I’m blind, But id rather risk it all instead’a saying I didn’t, it’s a risk to do nothing, so I take em and live em, My only fears the fear of never reaching success, My fears the fear of seeing that I’m weak at my death, I guess, until it comes I gotta get stronger, and if time is money, both gotta get longer

VERSE 1: Keep puffing my chest, step like I never been scared, Trying to breath but it seems that there's death in the air, Past couple of years fears grown on my face, Grown from a place where the poor always cope with mistakes, Tried to stomach my past but trapped living with fate, Til I choke up the truth and have to live with mistakes, The truth is this poor kid will never be great, A mistake to be poor, is now a debt on my fate, A little poetic, regretting thoughts in my head, Miss my dad, but these poems help me talk to the dead Now I, fathered a son, but I'm a fatherless son, Times father by zero, some never calling me one, Say I'll make it work, but always working away, Try to make time but never really heard'a today, So I'm puffing my chest, step like I shouldn't be lieing, preaching hope through these quotes of "It's gonna be fine” VERSE 2: Puffing my chest, strutting out puffing regrets, Couple'a Becks, sip em' back, fast crushing my stress, Past couple of years, fears grown on my face, Going to graves full'a tears cause I know it's my fate, We all die, but all try avoiding the truth, And we all lie cause truth is a void we refuse, A little poetic, regretting thoughts in my head, Miss my dad, but these poems help me talk to the dead, Light another cigar, scars'll wither away, Live for today, but today's looking bitter and grey, All my faith in myself but only pray a little, Sip bitters while ashes look grey and brittle, So I crack a smile to mask the demons I got, Tryna cash in on truth, but never seen what it cost, So I'm puffing my chest, step like I shouldn't be lieing, Preaching hope through these quotes of "It's gonna be fine”

VERSE 1: Don't know how to relate, or how I should look, Tryna see some results in all the routes that I've took, Been stressed, hit cigars so my chest keep thumping, Fuck it, only living til’ my death means something, Been living given nothing so I’m begging for hope, If Beggars can’t choose, I’ll beg to never be broke, Make 30k and say I guess I’m doing alright, But alrights a couple sparks shorta losing the lights, I can never be shit or give one for a change, But for change gotta have some to fund my escape, Went from busting my back to being stuck in a class, again But now I’m, stuck with these cracks when I fuck with the math, These cracks hard to explain if you’ve never been broke, Never been cold, no heat, pennies are low, Give me pennies for thoughts, I lost millions in dreams, Feelings and schemes, thoughts bout’ fulfilling my means CHORUS: Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k VERSE 2: Don't know how to relate, or how I should look, Guess You can see the results but not the routes that I took, You can see that i'm fed but not the nights that I starved, Or you can see that I'm strong but not the times I was scarred, You can see I got money but was living so broke, Would think of quitting school to start flippin' some coke, So I tried to get a head with my head in the books, Now you see how I live, but fear death when he looks, Was so stressed breaths always followed by fear, Spent my off time in smoke, choking swallowing beers, Now deaths looking, pushed me into bottles of Jack, Now stress cooking, no jobs calling me back, So you see that I'm broke, and hopes dwindling fast, You only talking bout dreams, I wanna mingle with cash, Hunger pains for degrees while the temperatures rising, Climbing through heat tryna turn debt into diamonds CHORUS: Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k Verse 3: Don't know how to relate, or how I should look, now I'm seeing results from all the routes that I took, I came from a place where snakes flashing their fangs, Where they poison your mind but tryna act like your man, You either tryna victimize or stay living a victim, Til these victimized children keep filling these prisons, I’m a fatherless son which means I’m destined to fail, and I’m blind to a truth thats not pressed up in braille, So If you never been broke, you might never relate, or see straight bout’ the crooked begging for plates, It’s not all about the money but this struggling sucks, So I’ll give all I can give plus a couple of fucks, 50k's average, I want double that, money strapped so I crack liquor spit struggle raps, If I made a 100k, Id say I’m living relaxed, But Its a trap, cause now they hit you with tax... CHORUS: Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k

VERSE 1: It’s, tell or be told, or just sell or be sold, Want to escape poverty without selling my soul, Thought I lived for drinking and bitches who love fucking, Got degrees, learned more from pimping and drug running, All my boys selling melt a bit’a the coke, Cause fuck being broke you either fucking get it or don’t, My man P sippin' whiskey, while I'm hittin' cigars, Seen shit I never shoulda but we lived with the scars, Sitting corporate, learned you gotta sell or be sold, Remember fiends freezing over who’s melting the snow, Turn 5 to a 100k, the legitimate route, Dudes investing their safety, now they live in the clouds, Brothers in jail, I’m tryna do it legit, Adversity sucks, easy to lose and then quit, Guess it's tell or be told, or just sell or be sold, Don't know how to escape without selling my soul CHORUS They Say it must be nice, I tell em’ sell or be sold, Rather work for myself, struggles melted to gold, Tell you to work til you stuck in the ground, Selling you dreams til you stuck in the clouds, So they say it must be nice, I tell em’ sell or be sold, Rather work for myself, struggled melted to gold, Tell you to work til you stuck in the ground, Selling you dreams til you stuck in the clouds VERSE 2: Remember having my son, barely affording to eat, I could afford to be poor, but can’t afford to be weak, Sold myself on myself, and started learning to sell, Put 5k in a truck, until I turned it to twelve, Ds watching my brother, I'm trying to do it legit, People saying it's risky, I say you're stupid as shit, I learned to sell, and never fucking struggled again, Went to selling legit from fucking hustling grams, Stay in the trenches and get trapped til' you stuck, My man P's dead, he got stabbed in the gut, Most remember their pride but forget what they risk, The price on a mans life is debt for his kids, Remember P saying I was gonna succeed, Said we came from nothing, but that wouldn’t be me, Now I’m older, colder, learned to sell or be sold, Now I'm looking at my kids, struggles melted to gold CHORUS They Say it must be nice, I tell em’ sell or be sold, Rather work for myself, struggles melted to gold, Tell you to work til you stuck in the ground, Selling you dreams til you stuck in the clouds, So They Say it must be nice, I tell em’ sell or be sold, Rather work for myself, struggles melted to gold, Tell you to work til you stuck in the ground, Selling you dreams til you stuck in the clouds

VERSE: What’s success? still stressed like I’m poor, Everytime I get money, stresses getting me more, Upper middle class,feel like I’m living the same, Now I’m getting sued by dudes with biblical names, Cowards lies, men find strength in the truth, Snakes steal, men find strength in their moves, Guess that’s success, when stresses taking you down, And you’re trapped by defeat until you’re making it out, Cause growing up I didn’t really come from a lot, Now a lot of people thinking that I’m something I’m not, No silver spoons, gloom spreading death and depression, Had hunger pains right next to stress and aggression, My mental health, was hell stuck inside of my head, Now it’s a couple cigars, liquor blinding my stress, I like the way nicotines hitting my brain, And success feels like you’ll never get it again HOOK Tryna live my dreams leave my stress in the past, Eating well, selling, and investing my cash, Tryna grow, sitting with my hand on cigars, Tryna grow, living as I bandage my scars, Tryna live my dreams leave my stress in the past, Eating well, selling, and investing my cash, Tryna grow, sitting with my hand on cigars, Tryna grow, living as I bandage my scars

Lifes a bunch of games of just proving you're strong, People say you can't do it, til' you proving them wrong, People love to talk risk, but never lived in the slums, Afraid of doing something, I’m ‘bout getting it done, Lifes a bunch of risks, 'til you make a mistake, But the pain from that risk is what's making you great, People calling that fear, I guess I call it success, And stay feeding on stress until I'm swallowed by death, Lifes a bunch of pain, til' you thinking you weak, Then that pain becomes strength and you live through defeat, People dwell on the fear, never on the success, So I dwell on my growth, never on the regrets, If I listened to people, I'd never get a degree, They said I was stupid, knew that never was me, If I listened to people, I’d never learn to be great, Never basking in sun, only burning from hate, Stepped off a plane, bask in the heat of the sun, Product of broken homes now It’s hard to see me as one, My moms proud, I do it for both of my kids, They'll never go hungry or be hoping for shit, When I was poor thought getting rich is for fools, But got shocked looking at a fridge full a food, So fuck it, barely made it, got a couple of bucks, Enough to live and give this fucking struggling up, Eat wherever I want and not stuck in a place, Where dudes losing from drugs mothers stuck at their wake, Life can be cold, so I appreciate growth, Had nightmares from fiends who kept dreaming of dope, Grateful for life, and how I'm seeing it now, Growing up, had nights with no heat in the house, Now I got some kids, and a beautiful wife, Turning pain into progress is the beauty of life In 17' got married, purchased a truck, Spent all of our savings tryna purchase some luck, Learned that doesn't exist, took a job for commission, That truck cost me 5, couple months got it tripplin’ Sometimes I was weak, but never doubt in my eyes, Cause if my son didn’t eat I’d be outta my mind, But I’ll out work anyone, and that’s on my kids, Remember being broke like that’s how I lived, When my father died, guess it left a hole in the home, Saw my mother crying left me cold now I’m grown, My dad from the Middle East so I shouldn’t complain, Wonder how poverty hit him, and how he took on the pain, But he’s dead, So I turned that wonder to strength, Walk how he did like “what the fuck do you think?”

VERSE: Cigars, pussy, liquor, I was living for those, Felt cold, chillin' sittin’ sippin’ whiskey and coke, Popped Liquor in the mornings mourn the previous days, Was in the moment scheming on some cream to escape, Almost broke, but my hope’s been in bottles of booze, Til' i’d cruise to the liquor store to swallow my truth, Thought truth's in the bottle til my vision was lifted, What I’m telling myself as I’m hittin' a swisher, It's friday glide through living for trouble, Cause i’m looking for pussy, while I’m sippin' on doubles, Thinking of plans, hand's just latched on the bitters, Til' im trashed start back towards grabbin' more liquor, On the way hollerin' at bitches who passing, Laugh, gassing myself up til' they give a reaction, Cold shoulder's told me try harder for pussy, Now they lookin' at me crooked like I got em' all mushy CHORUS: We all die, I'm tryin' make the most of my life, You can grow from this truth or just hope that it's right, So you can always say what you say you'll do, But it's never enough until you make it true, We all die, I'm tryin' make the most of my life, You can grow from this truth or just hope that it's right, So you can always say what you say you'll do, But it's never enough until you make it true VERSE 2 Was young, dumb thinking I'm on top of the world, Cocky talkin’ like my pockets just coughin' up pearls, Now I cough up toxins that I'd get from my youth, Cause the truth is I'm nauseous when I look at my view, Seeing the poor, pour out escapes in a glass, Til' we swallow our truths, keep escpaing our pasts, We'll never be shit sitting drifting from pain, Talk bout our "woulda done's" like our thinking is sane, I woulda done school if my family supported, Woulda done big trips if I could afford it, Woulda done big things if i had some supporters, But you didn't do shit cause you're livin' in stories, I want money, fuck living looking at blanks, Sippin' gin thinkin' how I gonna cushion my bank, Was crooked now I'm looking at a serious path, Til' it's clear, and my ears only hearing this math CHORUS: We all die, I'm tryin' make the most of my life, You can grow from this truth or just hope that it's right, So you can always say what you say you'll do, But it's never enough until you make it true, We all die, I'm tryin' make the most of my life, You can grow from this truth or just hope that it's right, So you can always say what you say you'll do, But it's never enough until you make it true

VERSE: Cigars, pussy, liquor, I was living for those, Felt cold, chillin' sittin’ sippin’ whiskey and coke, Popped Liquor in the mornings mourn the previous days, Was in the moment scheming on some cream to escape, Almost broke, but my hope’s been in bottles of booze, Til' i’d cruise to the liquor store to swallow my truth, Thought truth's in the bottle til my vision was lifted, What I’m telling myself as I’m hittin' a swisher, It's friday glide through living for trouble, Cause i’m looking for pussy, while I’m sippin' on doubles, Thinking of plans, hand's just latched on the bitters, Til' im trashed start back towards grabbin' more liquor, On the way hollerin' at bitches who passing, Laugh, gassing myself up til' they give a reaction, Cold shoulder's told me try harder for pussy, Now they lookin' at me crooked like I got em' all mushy CHORUS: We all die, I'm tryin' make the most of my life, You can grow from this truth or just hope that it's right, So you can always say what you say you'll do, But it's never enough until you make it true, We all die, I'm tryin' make the most of my life, You can grow from this truth or just hope that it's right, So you can always say what you say you'll do, But it's never enough until you make it true VERSE 2 Was young, dumb thinking I'm on top of the world, Cocky talkin’ like my pockets just coughin' up pearls, Now I cough up toxins that I'd get from my youth, Cause the truth is I'm nauseous when I look at my view, Seeing the poor, pour out escapes in a glass, Til' we swallow our truths, keep escpaing our pasts, We'll never be shit sitting drifting from pain, Talk bout our "woulda done's" like our thinking is sane, I woulda done school if my family supported, Woulda done big trips if I could afford it, Woulda done big things if i had some supporters, But you didn't do shit cause you're livin' in stories, I want money, fuck living looking at blanks, Sippin' gin thinkin' how I gonna cushion my bank, Was crooked now I'm looking at a serious path, Til' it's clear, and my ears only hearing this math CHORUS: We all die, I'm tryin' make the most of my life, You can grow from this truth or just hope that it's right, So you can always say what you say you'll do, But it's never enough until you make it true, We all die, I'm tryin' make the most of my life, You can grow from this truth or just hope that it's right, So you can always say what you say you'll do, But it's never enough until you make it true

VERSE 1: Don't know how to relate, or how I should look, Tryna see some results in all the routes that I've took, Been stressed, hit cigars so my chest keep thumping, Fuck it, only living til’ my death means something, Been living given nothing so I’m begging for hope, If Beggars can’t choose, I’ll beg to never be broke, Make 30k and say I guess I’m doing alright, But alrights a couple sparks shorta losing the lights, I can never be shit or give one for a change, But for change gotta have some to fund my escape, Went from busting my back to being stuck in a class, again But now I’m, stuck with these cracks when I fuck with the math, These cracks hard to explain if you’ve never been broke, Never been cold, no heat, pennies are low, Give me pennies for thoughts, I lost millions in dreams, Feelings and schemes, thoughts bout’ fulfilling my means CHORUS: Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k VERSE 2: Don't know how to relate, or how I should look, Guess You can see the results but not the routes that I took, You can see that i'm fed but not the nights that I starved, Or you can see that I'm strong but not the times I was scarred, You can see I got money but was living so broke, Would think of quitting school to start flippin' some coke, So I tried to get a head with my head in the books, Now you see how I live, but fear death when he looks, Was so stressed breaths always followed by fear, Spent my off time in smoke, choking swallowing beers, Now deaths looking, pushed me into bottles of Jack, Now stress cooking, no jobs calling me back, So you see that I'm broke, and hopes dwindling fast, You only talking bout dreams, I wanna mingle with cash, Hunger pains for degrees while the temperatures rising, Climbing through heat tryna turn debt into diamonds CHORUS: Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k Verse 3: Don't know how to relate, or how I should look, now I'm seeing results from all the routes that I took, I came from a place where snakes flashing their fangs, Where they poison your mind but tryna act like your man, You either tryna victimize or stay living a victim, Til these victimized children keep filling these prisons, I’m a fatherless son which means I’m destined to fail, and I’m blind to a truth thats not pressed up in braille, So If you never been broke, you might never relate, or see straight bout’ the crooked begging for plates, It’s not all about the money but this struggling sucks, So I’ll give all I can give plus a couple of fucks, 50k's average, I want double that, money strapped so I crack liquor spit struggle raps, If I made a 100k, Id say I’m living relaxed, But Its a trap, cause now they hit you with tax... CHORUS: Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k, Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games, I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k