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Fourteen year old kid tried to sell me some weed

I said, "kid, get off of the street."

kid said, "I need the money bro please!"

I said, "you ain't my bro and yo bud is cheep."

I just turned twenty-one I'll hit the dispensary

Kid said, "I wanna put new shoes on my feet!"

I said, "respect for the hustle but yo shit ain't for me,"

If I need some weed

I ain't gonna see

A kid in the street

This moment made me think about the time of old

Searching in the rivers of life for some gold

Gamble your life away until your world is sold

After all my nine-to-fives I have an empty billfold

I'm just spitting my rhymes tryna make gold

It ain't even the number one thing

there's diamonds, cars, expensive rings

I want so much gold to achieve my dreams

Gold bars from the songs I keep making

This grind for life I keep taking

Up space on the net no one is raking

So I keep making music that no one is ranking

But a 9 - 5 is work and my address is my hands

But cos of taxes and income it don't make sense

But my bars so hot, fire hazard

Tryna get to the top from the bottom of a ladder

THEY TALK ABOUT MY MUSIC ALL THE TIME

CHIT CHATTER

AND THE MORE AND MORE THEY TALK THE MORE MY POCKETS GET FATTER

Will it ever be enough to get me past disaster (no)

As the world continues to get faster and faster (Yo!)

The World has, not one but, many masters

Face-less figures

Damn those rich rat bastards

Wish I could fuck 'em up with a big bomb blaster

But if i destroy the money will there be peace after?

So some carry the iron, others carry the .9

Other mother fuckers got the 9 - 5 for life

TO THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS I SPIT FOR ALL THE TIME

START BUMPING MY SHIT SO I CAN GET IN LINE

Cos I know there's people out there that fuck with my rhymes

Share this shit with everyone when you hear it all the time

"Tick-Tock" killed the music that I really like

So I'm out here on the realest shit spitting to survive

Black and red

The colors in my head

Green for the weed and the money instead

But I bet on blue cos I'm a sad fool

And ruined my life and didn't care about school

Now I don't care about work and all my bones hurt

I'm on the grind for life but my jams don't work

Contemplate suicide

But that shit still hurts

Nothing I can do but wake up and go to work

Bands on my neck

Bands on my hands

Work too hard

Hype myself

I'm the man

Wake up hate it

Do it all over again

The present is ass, I miss way back when

Life was easy and the money was good

Didn't necessarily live in the hood

Now the money not okay

The blue fades to gray

And my producer's crib is where i stay

But he didn't make this

I did it my way

That's why this track is kinda lame

I keep looking in the past when I need to face straight

There's no present in the past if you hold on to your mistakes

So I bust my ass

Nearly every day

If it means washing my past mistakes away

Try to find my own God in my own damn way

But I can't be my own God if I'm susceptible to break

HOW LOW YOU GOTTA BE AT FUCKING 14

TO SELL A GROWN ASS MAN THE MOST MIDDEST OF GREEN

THIS ONE ACT OF KINDNESS REALLY BROKE ME

A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD KID TRIED TO SELL ME SOME WEED

Sell it to me

Weed

He tried to sell to me

Said I don't want his green

Nearly made me scream

I don't want your weed

This kid's struggling

(bruh)

I don't want your weed