addict

, early stages of addiction, my mind still attached, still able to keep this paper with this monkey on by back, my friends don't really notice cause they all high too, hit a lick for a brick, and its all mines too, greedy like a motherfucka, nobody could stop me, sweets for weeks and every single day we shopping, cases of that rozay, pounds of that kush, keep the circle small, its hard line we gon push, ain't no man greater than the team that he's on, some people fallin' off when their dreams is all gone, folks washed up, their self-esteem is all gone, told 'em, talk to allah there can be no wrong, so it's one for the money, two to keep me blowed, three to keep us free when there nowhere left to go, and take effort, best effort's not enough, and the love you have to lose, it keeps slippin' through the clutch. have you ever had a feeling that something wasn't right?, imagine living with that feeling everyday your life, and this shit is so strong its burning on the inside, i really want to right my wrongs but i can't quit getting high, and i can't quit ridin' round with that 30 on my side, cause i'm still in the streets where some of my peers died, then they say they hold me down, but i just wanna fly, probably never make it to the top but i just wanna try, they locked my nigga kaz, now he doin' life, he said that the time was the smallest price, can't be with his kids is the suicide, but now he sees the plan they have for you and i, the pig get a hood and scan all day, they cruisin' by, they look us up and down, they plan a raid to move us out, of our communities, gangs establishin' unity, i won't sell out to this system so they try to ruin me, they hope this shit just blow over so they won't lose to me, everyday a new listener is asking, "who is he?", a nigga tempted by whispers to do some evil things, so i try establish prayer in a illegal game, gimme the paper ma nigga cuz i don't need the fame, i call with the creator, its what i need the game, still i'm trynna make us rich so we won't need the game, i'm tired of breaking the promise that i won't leave again, i chop it up with old timers, they told me just to stay, i'm seeing zeros and commas same time i catch a drain, i'm seeing niggas had it harder so i can't complain, i'm seeing life as that a barber's who once was a king, in the streets where a strong man weeps, when he thinks of his mistakes, so on we can't sleep till the sun rise, in search of a fun time, lost love, hope she thinks of me sometime