My life
Everything I have I had to strive
Every day is a fight
Is tiring
So I steady wait for the night
I’m writing
This letter to let you know
That I ain’t been losing hope
Is hard
But I still go
Mums ain’t  working
Pops ain’t working
Ma music thing a slow grind
It ain’t working
So I had options
Had ta get a ninety five
Put some food in the fridge
But I ain’t never been satisfied
Working for a racist
Fuck it
Let’s part ways then


I quit

I start ma own shit
Yeah I’m street smart
Rather make ma own chips

Had to sell weed
Then I heard about a snitch
N***a felt intimidated cos he wasn’t shit

So I stopped

Came back home
Had to sell ma first car

Use the money wise
Cos I don’t have a job

Thot about it hard
So I opened up
A shop

Started my own brand

People like it I’m glad

Made Dow from the jump
Yo something gone make sense
A few months later

I get a call from ma girl

She’s not feeling well

Every morning gotta earl

She took a baby test an it came out positive

Yeah I know what you thinking

Oh shit

Come on blizz

But I was happy

Im bout to be a daddy

Is time to pull the socks up

Life was a warm up

Most of it is easy now
I told ma folks about it

An

They sound really proud

You guys been together for a really long time

You better put a ring on her finger that shine

I promise I will
I made
A deal

I wish I had a friend to share the moment with

But most or them dead
And some or them is gone

I lost a lotta homies trying ta make it thru a song

But I was trying too hard

I got a call from an ex

Talking about she heard about ma new girl

She don’t wanna love but she wanna have sex

I’m not about it
I put her numbers on the block list

They wanna see me fail
When I’m doing good numbers

But then I stand still
Holding up my hood rather

Two years ago

I got set up

By a girl who told me that she got
Fed up

She told me that
Her n***a cheating
That’s messed up

I was her

Shoulder
To cry on

Then the n***a heard about it pulled up on me blind sided

I was really drunk
I couldn’t fight back

He put a gun on my face

It wasn’t like that

He caught me off guard

I had to run home

But ima strike back

I never turn thee other cheek

I ain’t like that

Mama raised soldier

Brush it off ma shoulders

If I was the n***a man I would’ve took a shot

I see you still alive ama get you young buck

It was a short attack
But I’ll never go forget

Some memories are enemies
But I could give ma energy
To all you people hating me
Put down the fake remedy

I’d rather stay sick or this

I’m chasing dreams

N I’m sleeping on the lazy shit

By any means

I wake up
With this money on my mind
Swear to god I gotta grind

N***a fuck the fame

Underground money is the realest

So ima play a beat that’s for life an really kill this

I’m bout to be a dad
All you niggers gonna feel this

I have to take it back
All you listeners gonna dig this

The master blizz is

All about the rap brilliance

Fuck your feelings
Ima hurt em for ma billions

I’m a bandit

I spark it up like is static

Ma rhyme statis

Is super genus breaking records

This is how I’m feeling now

I hope I make sense
Ma bank account needs dollars

Niggers fuck rands

Word to the streets
God knows I got that