I’m workin every fuckin day

Grateful jus’ to learn the process tryna reap a harvest

Waitin funds gon’ fill my wallet if I keep em’ sharpened

Mind the skills it feels surreal to be consistent

After lyin with the pill realities of prisons

Shackled chains now I’m back with God to attach my fate

With the game I just need the stacks you can scrap for fame

If that wasn’t a prerequisite for makin it I’d still be tryna make this shit fulfillin

Aimin for the bliss

As well as financial stability the stars aligned

Slackin ain’t gon’ manifest what I had prayed for I’m just reelin in the process

Tryna make the dream exist

Persistin key Lord help me focus if I lose the track

Vicious deeds had lured me to a hopeless cul de sac…