im on the road to riches, theres just a little traffic,
million dollar dreams, at a gridlocked exit,
livin lavish the reason for my thug styled habits,
so i smoke dro to elevate my status,
have me feelin like mike at his baddest,
they all say oh kase u the "rad"dest,
like i neva heard that played out stylist,
not sure but i think i knew a dude named cylist,
but i cant place a face, i feel mindless,
could jus be an imaginary friend like Linus
Benjamins, or the queen, ur highness,
im crossin borders jus to find this,
feelin so ahead, i guess im timeless,
im the shit, inhale ur sinus,
theres a lot of me, so i guess u minus,
plus i roll deep, u wanna get behind us,
leaders of the free world, real street grindas,
I got KILLA in caps on my binder,
the whole class thinks im kinda,
somewhat of a misfit, reminder,
im only here for the timer,
of a life time, im not a lifer,
graduatin with credentials hard to decipher,
where my mind splits n begins to spit cypers,
whether its checks, rhymes, or essays, im still a writer,
workin hard to ensure my future is brighter
everyday struggle even tho im white-ah,
adversities of a young female bites-ah,
in my line of work where men constantly might-ah,
fight yah if they cant fuck yah,
so im always on guard all night-ah
switch blade on the right-ah,
homies checkin in so its jus a one nighter,
dont get attached cuz im an out of sight-er,
even bitches be like, i wanna wife her,
tell em i like to be pampered with out the diapers,
so no babes, baby, or what have hers,
n i aint holdin out, i jus rather
keep my mind on my money, get my pockets fatter,
so til then, sex dont matter.
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