This life is all about the cheddar made, you trying to be forever paid/
Feeling swamped like the everglade/every other day a new baretta sprayed/
By a spade who ain’t waiting on the government to get us aid/
You on the grind in ya prime you working overtime/
You struggle like a sober mind when he holding wine/
You only trying to shine like a golden shrine/
It make you wanna go and toat a nine, on a road to crime/
Stay on the Chasе til the kids barely know your face/
And oncе you leave that mark on em there’ll be no erase/
Got you frustrated like the feds when they blow a case/
Wishing that ya time sped down to a slower pace/
In a warehouse working ya fingers to the skeleton/
Music artist gotta drop sh#t like a pelican/
Just to stay relevant/long hours you exhausted
Ya wifey made a slick comment and you lost it
Lose ya job you in desperation
Feeling like a slob though you had no prob with your education/
Feeling like you drive a SAAB with no destination/
And it make you wanna sob, ain’t no explanation/
Said you saw yourself drowning in your recent dreams/
Since your teens all you wanted was some decent means/
Frequent streams, of income that you could keep in jeans/
Teach em things, sit with your family and eat some greens/
Busting ya #ss lusting for cash, punching the gas, up and you dash, upping ya stash since cutting(the)grass/
Then crash, you could lose it all in a sudden flash/
Ya palms itching trying to satisfy the ****** rash/
We know it’s something that they try to make demonic/
And though they hate to say it, men’s value is based upon it/
(you feeling) so weak cause you grinding with no sleep/
The needs of ya role just ain’t letting ya soul speak
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