
I was starvin’, now the plate got the steakhouse
They was frontin’, now they beggin’ for a stakeout
I don’t do handouts, only moves that I make count
Turn a loss to a lesson, that’s the takeout
They want smoke, but they choke when the flame out
I don’t do weak, only pressure make the game loud
Came from the dirt, now the soil turned to paydirt
They was sleep, now they eyes wide like they stay hurt
I don’t do fake, only real when the day work
Turn the hate to the fuel, let the flame work
They was cold, now they beggin’ for a warm word
I don’t do broke, only numbers that confirm worth
Step on the scene, make the vibe do a U-turn
They was loud, now they quiet when the truth burn
I don’t do peace if the motive don’t move first
Turn the pain to the power, let the crew learn
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Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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