Now depending on which vantage point of society you on
Determines the way you see this picture that I'm painting right here
You got the rich, you got the poor, you got the in-between
You got the fatherless, you got the well cared for
We all got the same problem though
Wake up in the morning then I stretch it out
What's on my schedule
Gotta get on my level
Scared money don't make nun
Yesterday was epic
But won't say nun
Why
Cause I'm used to ballin baby
I ain't playin
Shorty slow yo roll yo roll roll
One day you gone be the boss
That blood in yo veins
That iced out cross
Then everybody that's in the hood
Gone respect yo stripes
But first every young hustler
Gotta live like Christ
I got a OG that died for me
But most of my brothers won't ride for me
Left me outside for some shoes
I guess my life ain't worth the property
You was inside getting fresh
Tryna match shoes with the proper tee
I was outside on the corner
Hoping that you would be proud of me
How does it feel to know I'd be on top but lose my life
How does it feel
To have Benjamin's and still lose friends
Feeling the feel
Living nightmares all from chasing my dream
Losing the feel
Smoke in air I guess that I'll
Be in hell
Which side which side
Yea yea
You better pick one
Stand for nothing fall for something
When have knots easy to trip on
Seems more outcome than income
You asking how come you victim
Know homies making thousands and then some
Off of schemes causing schisms
Scared to take risk you only been rich once
In the dreams you chasing like a hit and run
Reality hits sky without the sun
Know homies made it out of the place you from
And you still stuck matter fact you sunk
We all want the bread gotta stack the crumbs
Got Benz dreams s600 65 or 63
No teacher but s class is all I need
Matter fact
A crib that could fit all 3
Big enough zip code saying it's all me
We could shop whenever and it's on me
Never palm read vision palm trees
This a foot race I want arms reach
Want the world and in Godspeed
Copy that copy that capiche
Filling that void up with all greed
Money the root planted all green
Have not big dreams cause I lack thanks for the small things
Where I failed is where I fell
I guess only time will tell
What good is it to gain the world and lose myself
Dang
(Chasin chasin chasin chasin)
How does it feel
Gaining the dope but losing yo life
How does it feel
Getting the money
But having no friends
How does it feel
Knowing that everybody got the same dream
How does it feel
Knowing that you ain't have to be in hell
Now Jacob was a hustler
Shot dice and liked to paper touch
Went Back and forth with God
Knew right from wrong
No I can't make this up
Lil shorty made me think of me
And how I used to be
When instead of trusting God
I would rather trust in me
God's protection ain't my strap
And God's Armour ain't no gucci
How's a God that I can't see
Gone have my back when mogs try shoot me
Then one night when I's asleep
Woke up from the weirdest dream
This same God that I was doubting
Told me come and follow me
Jacob's portion