R.O.T.C (Interlude) [feat. BJ the Chicago Kid]

This is me thinking at 4:43 a.m., June 6

Sometimes I wanna say, "Fuck rapping, I need money now"

Like, should I start trappin'? If what I write down

Don't collect this very moment, then I'm on it, no question

The streets, my **** is well connected, let's see

Do I cop a pound of kush, promethazine, or push some E?

Oxycontin have me layin' on soft cotton when I sleep

This deep as the abyss, I'm not just rhymin' on the beat

I be in spots choppin' the rocks like Flintstone feet

This is me frustrated, battlin' my own evils

Finna saddle up that work across Ohio in a Geo

Or should I sell my music .zip to buy a zip

And hope one day it flourish to a kilo?

Track record of a hustler, rather records on a needle, making music

Clockin' fast bank, like a shot from Patrick Ewing

My ****, what you doin' on these corners wicked?

"I thought you had a show?" Well, my ****, I guess I didn't

I'm tryna get this dough, and easy money sounds temptin'

Especially when your homies pushin' V8 engines

Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rollin' up

Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, hope I got enough

This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution

Curve servin', know I might be in your store boosting

Two elevens with MAC-11's, like, fuck hip-hop

Don't wanna be Pun, don't wanna be B.I.G., don't wanna be 'Pac

Just give me yo' funds, A.K.A. everything that you got

Or everything's gettin' shot for nothin', leave you in shock

Coughin' up blood and mumblin', watch, the plans of a young man sponsor

Movin' grams like relocating your momma's momma

Then expand to the Hoover Dam, water

Sherm, contraband, they yearn for the butt naked

Fuck a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds

I disperse to the world of unruly

Where I put the mic down and pick up a sack and a toolie

If you knew me, you know I always had a passion for riddle when writin'

But lately, I've been thinkin' 'bout takin' chances to brighten

My future financially, so, please, don't be mad at me

I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit

So I tell my ****, "Front me, let me put it on the strip"

Then give it back when I think about the consequence, shit

There are times when you need someone

I will be by your side

Oh, darlin', 'cause there is a light

That shines special for you and me, yeah

I take, take, take my chances, chances, chances

Before they pass, they pass, they pass, pass me by

Oh, darlin', you've got to look at the other side

R.O.T.C.

Right on time conscience