Questioning got me questioning existence, guess i questioned it all
Never question your survival or watch you ride, slide and fall
Success comes when you're relentlessly fighting
But i see success all abound my pen as i stay tirelessly writing
Coming out fresh from the water, I'm about to breach/bridge niggas
Hustlers fight to make it out the box but not all of em make it to the term 'RICH NIGGAS'..
Friends ain't friendly enough and that is life nigga
It gets boring when everyone out here yelling 'you the one nigga'..
I've lived, had lessons, childhood scars still open for everyone to see
But i try to hide it beneath the clothes like the rocks are hidden beneath the sea
My confident level triggers in the face of adversity
Got factions still screaming 'lucky me' like I'm the only one repping for my city
I move with aggression lately, i ain't got time to talk to niggas who talk to niggas about me
The aim is to be rich enough that i never have to say 'poor me!'..
I know we' living in a world that transients through surfaces
So I'm trying to materialize the things i need in suffices....
