Dreams/$

The measure of life is not what you accumulate/ but all the great you create to live on for another day/, so when my soul is gone these words they cannot take away/ and ladies turn this shit up if any haters try to downplay/ movin packs words on wax is forte/ whats mines bay is yours just skip the fuckin foreplay/ last night we got fucked up and that was on a Monday/ woke up to some grass and a glass of OJ/ Waken bake these niggas make it seem gourmet/ im sucha cool dude that’s what them cold whores say/ lifes a movie so this tape is just a screen play/ gas cash fillin up u hit the pump at speedway/ If I visit the venue use my feet no need for valet/, 121 doing numbers thank god Yahweh/ I hit the backdoor for them parties yall can wait/ on my way to smoke a jay them niggas can wait/ Grovewood where this hustle started/ hittin the court at six in the morning/ jumpers for dollars nigga I was on it/ hood sluts by the masses asses they would flaunt it/ Dudes was huntin for pussy never understood it of course the women were looking/ hazel eyes real nigga resist it they couldn’t/ scorchin pavement made the horizon seem wavy like finger waves on a black head way back in the 80s/ Was never passionate bout clappin or even rappin just hustling on them boards dropping baskets/ first joints lit money became a common habbit had to have savage was giving the game hell damage/ Ups and downs travel somehow I still manage to break even or count profit believe it/ me and chewy bending corners in Cleveland no mo virgin lungs every day I was hittin reefer/ 22years young just not another death still feel blessed/ learned a lot on my own so I know failure teaches success and thensome/ stresstin out started burnin winstons/ truth is the only opinion that survives/ so I respect her judgement when she tells me that im wise no lie/ Speaking of survival dead men have no friends/ walking zombie been him dolo journey staying away from the gourney/ Cant dap you up if together we didn’t grow up/ don’t claim to be my homie peon you don’t know me/ saying I changed, hatin consistent/ so what I found a new addiction/ but I didn’t lose myself in this game im not huntin for fame my ohio niggas would be ashamed/ So don’t judge this man watch his plan I wrote thise raps months b4 I might have it/ you tired nigga please runnin on ankles hustle till I got nubs for feet can you keep up with me?/