Money is the motivation, I want payments that can afford a vacation, u want jackets so u can fucking display them, chilling in a villa while ur locked up in the station, ain't gotta worry bout no probation, I wanna be making money fast like im fucking pacing, make a man in the sky proud shown em how I'm raising, not grindin everyday like some mother fucking paygon. cos imma work my way to the top not grindin, get a real job n shottin can be my side ting, don't even need that doe cos im still flying while ur struggling for doe cos ur dealer ain't replying. I'm on tings, higher than ur level, left the strip like I escaped my inner devil, but I still beef if u want trouble, making a bit of money and il soon be making double, Im Taking off like im a fucking shuttle Got done for shit I done a while ago, worryin myself over things I done time ago I regret the shit that iv done, its putting so much stress on my mum, I wanna change n be a better son, but I can't cos of things iv done, 3 times now iv sat in cell number 1, that aint somethimg to be proud of im only young. I ain't gassin, why would I lie? This shit hurts man makes me wanna fuckimg die, when I got caught I wanted to stab my fucking eyes cos I don't wanna be that guy, who's fucked up his life, I wanna have a job, kids n a wife, pay taxes not fucking grind, u wanna do that? Fine. But u wanna be gangsters don't holla my line
