Make Sum Shake (...options)

Down to final dollar
I can feel the chills running down my spinal collar
Living in these ills I can't fight denial longer
Even when I'm lying still I can't help but spiral father
A goner
My mama always told me to diss 'em and prove wrong
But look at how we living the system be too strong
And judging by my life I been doomed since I was three
So it's only right the ground would consume a cursed seed
In school I was a quiet kid, my granny was the highest bid
Class and plantation, we the product of environment
With no one batting for me I would toil in my silence
They said I'm good for labor, not a lawyer or a scientist
Couldn't pay for books but still I noted
All my teachers was some crooks, they put me with slow kids
And now you know I'm worse off, I'm ready to go-get
Why you looking like you Sherlock? I'm hollering "no shit!"
And I'm so done "aspiring"
Fuck a lil job ain't nobody be hiring
My life expiring
I ain't got options and lord I'm so tired
Hit my cousin line, I tell him to give me work,
Now my millimeter nine, but fuck it my stomach hurt
Burner in my drawls, I'm knowing what's at stake
But, put the boy on, do whatever it take

I'll rob, I'll jug, I'll loot, I'll steal
'Cause at this point, that's how I feel
Do something to make some shake
Do something to make some shake
And I'll mob, I'll cut, I'll shoot to kill
Without a thought, trust that I will
Do something to make some shake
Do something to make some shake

It's the first lick when the verse hit
And I don't care who it's versus
But the sweat drip, I'm invested
And the worst is: I'm nervous
Whisper little pray-er at least a half-sermon
I know I'm doing wrong but Lord just have mercy
Ain't got 50 Cent and I'm down to last dime
So I gotta get rich or I'm down to die trying
I'll bring a fucking massacre like my first name was Curtis
Right before I self-destruct, it's shady my life is curtains
And I'm so done conspiring
My life is pained and the time has came
They ask me if I'm riding
And "yes" I keep saying, in truth I'm ashamed
Mama open door, she asking if I'm alright
My gun in the bottom drawer I keep it out of her sight
I kissed her on her head, I tell her to go to bed
Last thing that I said:
"Mom I'm better off dead"

I'll rob, I'll jug, I'll loot, I'll steal
'Cause at this point, that's how I feel
Do something to make some shake
Do something to make some shake
And I'll mob, I'll cut, I'll shoot to kill
Without a thought, trust that I will
Do something to make some shake
Do something to make some shake