Survivor Stories, Pt. 2 E

That's up. Air Max Classics on the treadmill. My closest friends in the jail or they dead Still. I miss my brother S, he was dead Real. Sometimes I wish they shot him in the Head still. 'Cause men of honor die young and Leave a legacy. But cowards die a thousand times With no melodies. I drown my soul in the bottom of this Hennessy. I've been a rascal, I'm tryna be the Better me. Three-piece suits, thirty-eights and the Doobies rolled. They can't tell if it's a wedding Or a funeral. Had the Motorola sending cards like Yu-Gi-Oh. I go on dates same way I dress For studio. My big cousin all he did was Stay fly and rock. Take trips and get visits From the flyer squad. You buy sticks but pops Told me I should ride with God. Hundred shot clips, you don't wanna try the mob. I'm Lucky Luciano in a silk suit. Pearl.45 looking like a milk tube. Before the YouTube I was on cam. Had a Rollie on my arm with a sun Tan. Now I got models on my 'gram giving Poses. I tell 'em come around and split it Like Moses. Only time I gardened was community Service. You still find me in the corner where The hoes is. I'm living like a rockstar but I post alone. And I done wrapped more white Than Post Malone. Life hammers, I done seen more Than twenty-one. Gun salute for the G's, Been a heavy run. I'm filling up my gas tank with fire water. This whole thing ain't enough, I need a higher Order. When I was tryna buy a quarter I Was buying quarters. I gotta buy my mum a House before a flying saucer. They just copy what I say, they some real Parrots. I'm still at it, uptown in some Neil Barrett. She got a job in the city but She still ratchet. We on license or bail but We still pack it. Them young ninjas 'round me, They on no chatting. Something like the White Ranger with the gold Daggers. Cutthroat savage, they ain't got no Manners. Now what you say, ya'all? Back of main road stabbings. Calling in a cut with my consigliere. But I was sitting in the jail with fake Millionaires. You know them man with the matching on The roads. But couldn't even put a fiver on The phones. Dior runners, I remember having poor Summers. Swear we hated by the law but the Lord love us. Central heating broke and we ain't Have no floor covers. So we ordered hundred pound Steak with no sauce on it. Hustlers don't die, they just take breaks. How many rich dummies did the jakes take? Took his freedom, all you ever said was "Free Him". You ain't never sending Ps or go see Him, oh, you fake, fake. I'm lost in a fake world full of egos. Up early in the morning like Ebro. All I wanted was some Nikes and some kilos. Don't ask me how I turned into this neighborhood Hero. Creative Intelligence