People ask me, what you really like?
Is this really life?
Could you really fight?
Would you feel the mike?
If there was millions watching?
Are you supper rich now?
How much grip you coppin?
You the new kid now you getting some shine.
But every hater saying that itís not your time.
I hustle you nonstop and itís not your crime.
Plus I hear very clear and Iím not so blind.
Beef I donít sweat it.
Sleep I donít get it.
I remember your face itís just your name I forget it.
These days they meet together as one.
I got some plans to do shit that aint never been done.
Win the battles that aint never been won.
I aint ganna walk through life I think itís better to run.
And Ya Iím grabbing bills if youíre asking.
But the size of my wallet thatís reflection of passion.
Just another face in the crowd so to speak.
My electric was cut off last week.
No heat, no food, no money, no girls.
And if lifeís my oyster than I aint found pearls.
Making moves by the day so the ends could meet.
No bike chain so I use my legs and feet.
Everybody I meet man they look me and saw.
That I be in the same cloths from the night before.
Shoes so old you could call them retroes.
Man Iím so dam broke even my wallet echoes.
I got a dollar in change man Iím under the gun.
That bucks the only thing keeping me from being a bum.
Thatís why Iím writing these words man so I can get on.
So I can realize that being poor was making me strong.
And now the reason I canít rub pennies together.
Is because I carry big bills in genuine leather.