As the pressure builds inside of me I feel I’m gonna crack
And as bullet fires back my brains’ll splat all over the map
I’m movin’ forward takin’ em back, makin’ em clap
It’s all about the cash but I ask ain’t it a craft?
Maybe the past is always better, mankind loves nostalgia
Scattered images in my subconscious like collages
I’m haunted, by my losses, I’m lost up in this fortress
Was forced to never forfeit, cuz boys up in a coffin
And I remember often, getting’ higher that a forklift
But now I’m sober cuz my music be affectin your kids
Life’s got me awkward lately I be feelin’ nautious
Couldn’t even crack a phony smile if I wanted
Alcohol and booty calls got the people blinded
Anyone can spell [bad word] but they can’t define it
I try to be more than just the ordinary 
Spent a couple hours with the pen and wrote the lyrics with devotion hear it
million thoughts is goin on in my brain, I need a million
Pills so I could reduce the pain, about a million
Dollars in the bank right away, another million [bad word] fans and I’ll be amazed because 
million obstacles could get in my path, causin’ a million
Possible results to my [bad word]  about a million
Nightmares I seen in the past, and now a million 
Muthphuckaz is feelin my wrath
Grandpa used to tell me son ur never rich in this world
But I can’t recall the rest cuz the [bad word] is a blur
No matter how much cash u got u’ll never make it for sure
I promise you that life will find a way to take what u earned
The fast life has got me hustlin’ for Benjamin Franks
Hands tied and I’m walkin to the end of the plank
Starin’ at the sky talkin’ to the 5th angle
500 pound anchor and it’s chained to my ankle
but I’ma make it I’ma break it on some david blaine
so you could call me magic even though it ain’t my name
I watch the California sun rise every day
It’s like the sky is hypnotic and the sun is alize
The palm trees are bomb weed, the [bad word] is the blunt 
Mother nature get as you as intoxicated as you want
Hey yo my grandpa was wrong being rich is up here
All my questions and answers are right in my mirror
Walkin’ into my apartment hang my coat on the door
Debatin’ this war, that’s goin’ on inside of my thoughts
I don’t show weakness but I’ve never felt this before
catch 22, I can’t win no matter the score
Life swept my feet from under me so I gotta crawl
“you could make a decent livin’” nah I’m out for more
I’m transparent, I’m exposed, you the thief, I’m the gold
Only cat you know, with a four five I’ma fold
It’s no wonder why me and my girl couldn’t get through it
she’s a queen I’ma king but we was unsuited
fake daps from fake cats that make mistakes happen
I try to avoid small talk but they trap me
ask me how is ur life, you still rappin
like I would ever quit, Like I do this it for fashion
like them actors, it’s more like a passion, like paintin on the canvas 
neva catch Z posin’ for cameras.