Finishline

Lyrics

I see niggas drop every single day But I'm right back at it hustling every single way Serving white crack addicts tryna study in the wraith Tryna make it to the finishline_ they hating cuz its dinner time I see niggas drop every single day But I'm right back at it hustling every single way Serving white crack addicts tryna study in the wraith Tryna make it to the finishline_ they hating cuz its dinner time All my niggas eating if you broke you ain't a friend of mine And all that being greedy ain't gon' work I seen a hundred times Nigga lose a life every night tryna get a dime Fuckin with that corner, now they goners at the end of time Nigga what your life like? mines real I swear to god yall, yall don't know how I feel Stuck up in the struggle with no way out Like puff's album, fuck it, die, that's the slow way out And there's no way I could fall victim to the streets Its real you could be killed just for living in these streets I ain't snitchin' to police, keep my mouth on zip No more words for my cousin cuz the word he's a snitch Other words, he's a bitch, can't trust him Cuz soon as them crackers snatch him, he pointing like "that's them" Be a thrill when your cousin ain't your cousin and your homie like your brother Cuz you stuck up in the struggle, never hungry cuz you hustle You grind all the time cuz time is money and money-