It’s my destiny to spit these acid rhymes.
Corrosive shit burning holes in peoples wallets hoping they might just drop a dime.
Living life without a steady check,
And the government has run out of money so my nigga on the corner asking me, “are you ready yet?”.
Until the day I die I’m going to hustle these lyrics i spit.
Jus trying to make a living through some serious shit.
I know we in a recession,
they consider it a double dip.
But get off my food because i know i’m going to be finishing it.