Two black suits no white but a grey goose
Big castle all glass but it light blue
Big ass sun all bright when it blind you
They stay broke but the age ain't come through
They got money yeah they got goals
Shit ain't funny when the sell out folds
Man up top said wipe your nose
Now you got no job and your like us, broke

You sold your wife to be a part of this life
You sold your eyes to forget what's real
You sold your day to stay up at night
You sold your soul for a thin green bill
You won't fit in in the streets, trust me
Used to be in industry, lucky
Struggle for rent its a fee, rusty
Got your eyes in my hand and I ask them
What do you see
They say ain't gonna lie
I wish I was back at the top of the sky
Wish I could fly
Really right now I feel like dying, dying

These people at the top think they got it right
But I don't really know if they can see the night
These people at the top think they got it right
Till they stabbed in the back by a fucking knife

I've been running out of time
I've been running out of time but I
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I've been runing out of time but I
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Back at the crib like I'm back with a lift
Lost all my bread so I'm packing this bitch
Thought I could live with corrupting the kids
Used to have no wife no eyes but was rich
Now I'm living with grandma
sipping this fanta
Sick of the tweets and al of this banta
This ones for the fans and the man up top
Big boy your shit better stop
If not
Ima stomp like hop scotch
Your times for all the dimes like a stopwatch
Many people fall now they killing that's a hot drop

I've been running out of time
I've been running out of time but I
but
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I've been running out of time
I've been runing out of time but I
but I da da da da

Back with the money like I'm back with the honey
If I'm counting the stacks then the fat man is funny
Got stabbed in the back now my nose always running
I resent in my heat all you boys be bummy
Im protecting this shit
Tech in this bitch
Batman
Feeding the snitch
Bread to the rich
Action
Im on the climb there ain't nothing you can take from me
I ain't finna fall cause the rec gave me fake money
Y'all gonna cry when I get up to the top
That's irony
Greatest no bluff yeah I gotta be
Aroma is fine like a winery
I don't need no money to make great hits all that I need is inside of me