Statistics
Memories of my past made my present thoughts change directions
Adolescence, some situations we never questioned
Hoping for better days, I write on my page with tears dropping
See my grave looking at center stage, fuck all my problems
They tell me dawg, YOU TRIPPIN cause they don't see my vision
Hoes paid me for the D, nigga I been sauce dripping
Made a quarter mill in two years but you aint know it
Stupidity made me blow it, this time I remain focused
The liquor we was pouring, every night rolled up
Praying for a bag, asking GOD whats the hold up
Never got an answer, don't know if death coming closer
When your money fucked up, it's hard doing shit for the culture
Learn to always be ready when opportunities approach ya
Smoked a lot of weed, planning my life to gain closure
But that aint how it go, they sell you dreams like brocchures
Bro sure, fine print gives you pictures through more words
The real road to riches, gone come with sharp curves
Money sound good but real ones put the fam first
I aint buying what you selling cause my back against the wall
You aint dealing with no frauds, NonFiction over all, YUP
Adolescence, some situations we never questioned
Hoping for better days, I write on my page with tears dropping
See my grave looking at center stage, fuck all my problems
They tell me dawg, YOU TRIPPIN cause they don't see my vision
Hoes paid me for the D, nigga I been sauce dripping
Made a quarter mill in two years but you aint know it
Stupidity made me blow it, this time I remain focused
The liquor we was pouring, every night rolled up
Praying for a bag, asking GOD whats the hold up
Never got an answer, don't know if death coming closer
When your money fucked up, it's hard doing shit for the culture
Learn to always be ready when opportunities approach ya
Smoked a lot of weed, planning my life to gain closure
But that aint how it go, they sell you dreams like brocchures
Bro sure, fine print gives you pictures through more words
The real road to riches, gone come with sharp curves
Money sound good but real ones put the fam first
I aint buying what you selling cause my back against the wall
You aint dealing with no frauds, NonFiction over all, YUP
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Writer(s): Earnest Fenderson
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