I dont sleep Or eat when I sell my weed i feed off greed I want more green and would kill for a mill Cuz i only make about 1 da 2 bills a day Im climbing a hill Nicely dressed I can see sucsess But this aint it cuz before to long Ill be out of this game and into a real buisness I'll be done with the illegal shit But in the end i will owe it to my phony friends Cuz i used em like they used me To make that money It's a cold world out there Go kill some Buisness for others Always think a step ahead
Reason for writing:
just money, Drug dealing gets built from small amounts, its like investing, everything you make back into getting more. A litte thing can take you a long ways. but when the heat comes, Thats when you gotta lay low, This life aint really it. I risk a crimnal record, Never crossing The border again. losing my life oveer a phony frined. Being broke. But I tell you, If your young with no kids, This is the life for you, all you need is your drivers licence, and your heaad. And stop thinking about it the way the media presents it. Its diffrent cuz you actually have your ups and downs in this life.
Birth sign: Aries
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