All I got left
year ago I was a user, channeling my demons
I just want to tell I wanna make you groove ya, we all searching for freedom
I was lying, a wannabe
Never snitching tho I made up stories shouting on a hunnid
Me and my dogs ride around the city
Baggy clothes, steady hopes, reggae dope
Always losing focus, living by immorality
Getting money is a must, laziness fatality
Hop on that beat and shine thru instrumentality
Don’t wanna live my life in mediocrity
So to see another day, I make another dollar
Learning bout my self, I tell her I don’t care if I’m selfish, I don’t wear nobody’s collar
Don’t know what real wealth is, maybe it’s individual
Always wanted to be a criminal, it made me a crackfiend
I don’t lack schemes, tryna paint that perfect picture
If u wanna surpass your past self homie I’m wit ya
Clothes, money and hoes, tears I shed
Bro‘s and trophies just hot fuzz, just the past fuckin wit my head
Family and fam like friends my fortune, all I got left
Rising from wasted talent and smoking cigarettes, all I got left
No need for tanning, hunting them checks
I‘d say I’m blessed
















