Chopa'$ Demi$e

Feel like im running out of time
We die to live and live to die
Na aint shit sweet about this piece of mine
Give me some piece of mind
Its never what it seems they sold us dreams and lies
I bought a life of crime the cost was way to high
You either grind or hit em with that iron
Thats all I've ever known throughout my life
Not many on this road survive
Wont get a chance to see twenty five
Listen to me look me in my eyes
They try and glamorize this life that why its televised
And all we rap about is homicide to tell the truth most of them lying
And if your spiking up the crime rate they will cash you out
Im talking about butlers with the ties
Hitters on speed dial we couldn't see the tricks
They were playing the worlds in denial
I swear all of it has me lashing out
I know it takes time but im losing hope ima make it out
And for the ones that doubted and counted me out
I know y'all smiling right now and feeling real proud I won't be around

And to my enemy's save yourself were only headed straight for hell
There's not a soul that could help
To my old self make the change now and take the next step na
There's not a soul that can help
To all my loved ones I understand the pain you must've felt
But na there's not a soul that can help
I know this life gets hard but you gotta play the hand you get dealt
There's not a soul that can help