[Verse 1: Hope Wright]

Like 120 Oxycotton pills inside a condom

Of a hundred condoms; in each backpack in the Elantra

Tatted mantra: "Get rich or die"; mobbin

Enough........ to back a lawn up

I need my stars up; Dez Bryant

"X" too. The homies a Moor, his fez flying

Ignoring lessons, testing ALLAH's patience and grace

I'm stoic. Staring out the window, stuck in the haste

Of modern day drug dealing...

I ain't seen another fucking rapper's face in months

They must be somewhere imagining my position and strife, writing

1-taking some lies about flips, flocking and riding

Pockets ain't in tip top shape, shucking and jiving

In a city that ain't mine with my cousins all up around me

Family babysitting, nursing Lupus and a lie

I told them I'm OT for rapping; I need a smile

The dark side of the light side. Man, this shit don't stop

If raps don't sell, they all flop

Niggas posturing for pennies. I want more for myself

Risking my son's perspective with my life on the shelf

Like, how he gon' look at the world if his guy ain't here

But whats the difference if a sucker for father is in his ear

What life am I saving if I don't do it?

Not saying I gotta do it. Complaining just not a fluid solution

So you can find your boy out on O.R

Hustling in O.R.; Trailblazing these bars

Gliding like Clyde, then Rocket on out to Houston

Where the Boston homie out there boosting; resourseful losing

A means to the ends. A means with no end

Its seems this focus we honed in is closed end

Add another dimension of pimpin' 20-year olds

Start out on the pole; get all in they're dome

Through in some Philosophy so the message hit home

She think she my bitch; she really my hoe

I know I'ma mack. My aura is cold

My mind stays sharp and my spirit is bold

Unapologetic because my family is my Gold

And most Pops ain't have the same outlook when on this road

I'm in these foot step with a whole different approach

Afraid of ending up with the same shitty results

Imagine a stained record and a weak job history

Ghetto guidance, and scheming is easy, death don't mean shit to me

The mold, settings and imagery of winning is still Flimsy at best

My family hustle, so I guess I'm next

I tried to pay the Karma forward so my sons can be blessed

With attention I didn't have; man this verse is a mess

But its accurate at best, but at worst, too true

The dark side of the light side, the OT proof

Theres a very good chance that this ain't for you

All in the criminal bag just to have something to do

I'm tired of hiding, riding with no license

All it takes is bad timing and you're blinded (No specifics)

No warnings, just the writings on the wall

That you read from last month, them waves hitting the shore

Mudding up, tryna go pure with simple Pure

Ain't no atheist in the trenches, thats for Sure baby boy