This is me thinking at 4:43 
AM, June 6 
Sometimes 
I wanna say **** rapping, 
I need money now like should 
I start trapping? 
If what I write down don't connect this very moment, then 
I'm on it, no question 
In the streets my niggas is well connected, let's see 
Do I cop a pound of kush, 
Promethazine or push some 
E? Oxycontin have laying on soft cotton when 
I sleep? This is deep as the abyss, 
I'm not just rhyming on the beat 
I be in spots chopping the rocks like flintstone feet 
This is me frustrated, battling my own evils 
Finna saddle up that work, across 
Ohio in a 
Geo Or should 
I sell my music .zip to buy your zip and hope one day it flourish to a kilo, track record of a hustler 
Rather records on the needle, making music 
Clocking fast bank like a shot from 
Patrick Ewing 
My nigga, what you doing on these corners with me? "I thought you had a show?" 
Well I guess my nigga, 
I didn't I'm tryna get this dough and easy money sounds tempting 
Especially when your homies pushing 
V8 hinges 
Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, 
Range Rovers rolling up 
Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, 
I hope I got enough 
This industry calling my bluff, 
I need a new solution 
Curve-serving, know 
I might be in your store boosting two-elevens with 
MAC-11s like **** 
Hip Hop Don't wanna be 
Pun, don't wanna be 
B.I.G., don't wanna be '
Pac Just give me your funds, 
A.K.A. everything that you got or everything getting shot, for nothing 
Leave you in shock, coughing up blood and mumbling 
Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor 
Moving grams like relocating your mom's momma 
Then expand to the 
Hoover dam, water 
Sherm, contraband, they yearn for the butt-naked 
**** a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds 
I disperse to the world of unruly, where 
I put the mic down and pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me you'll know 
I always had a passion for riddle when writing 
But lately 
I've been thinking bout taking chances to brighten my future financially, so please don't be mad at me 
I gotta do what 
I gotta do, no shit 
So I tell my nigga front me, let me put it on the strip 
Then give it back when 
I think about the consequence, shit [BJ the Chicago Kid] 
There are times, when you need someone 
I will be by your side 
Oh darling, cause there is a light that shines special for you, and me yeah 
I-take-I-take-take my chances-chances-chances before they pass, they pass, they pass 
Pass me by, oh darling 
You've got to look at the other side [Kendrick Lamar] 
R.O.T.C., or 
Right On Time 
Conscience