Thousand Yard Stare

She told me open my eyes, keep the glare to the sky
There is more to this life but all I know is shift pies
All I know is re and fucking dirty cash
I got tired of living brash, I had to sell it like it's nyash

Lingering in dirty flats, you could call me for these packs
The profit wasn't fat but repetition was intact
As a youth I weren't watching profit margins
I was broke AF so I had to get it started
From starving to barely even asking
I don't need your bread or validation for my targets
Studied engineering so you know I'll get it started
Hustle in my genes, you can't talk him out a bargain
Dark skin, I was taught I had to be the smartest
Reading through these books like five percenters tryna grasp it
Mixing with the streets, that's a soldier in marching
Pains but a glare from the closing of caskets
Zushi to the face, the grey smoke be my masking
I was pocketless but spent that 40 for charting
Imagine that?
Defend the fam so I'm Amrabat
Defence over all-attack
Offence? Can you caution that
Hoping over fence, the heli came, I'm a fool for that
And what I learned, the street game isn't all of that
Outside so much I felt like Hall or Nash
And when I'm coming home at night I'm getting all the nyash

To be like this you have to go through the most man
Wins and losses, trials and tribulations, you already know the ting
Cmon, Grafters Only man, Next up
Look

She told me open my eyes, keep the glare to the sky
There is more to this life but all I know is shift pies
All I know is re and fucking dirty cash
I got tired of living brash, I had to sell it like it's nyash