Rah's Story.

Intro -

Worlds gettin’ colda’, but the streets won't let me chill

Block gettin hot, couple n words turned bitch and squealed

Tryna get this bread ducking cops and feds

Wanna get away but the game won’t let me go

And i'm just tryna find my way home

Verse 1 -

Its 8 am on the dot, time to spark a L, take a shower get ready

Hit the block like a skullytop, eat somethin’ on the way to work, confine to that 9-5

Enslaved by the man, he’ll fear for his life

Plus in the back of his mind, he know what's good despises him

Cause he ain't earnin’ like them other guys, be floatin’ around them

Her friends got diamond rings, new benz’s, designer things

Surrounded by the glamor, knowing the stress that it brings

Its depressing, to know a shorty prolly fantasizing bout them n words that be flexin’

He bumped into his man juan he known since he was 7

He was leanin’ on that new range, its pure white like it came down from the heavens

He say you look bad, front through some packs, make a profit

Be up on your own, build a stash, double that, then pay me back

I know the drug game ain't your route, but your my dog and i hate to see you down

So it's something to think about(word)

Chorus -

Worlds gettin’ colda’, but the streets won't let me chill

Block gettin hot, couple n words turned bitch and squealed

Tryna get this bread ducking cops and feds

Wanna get away but the game won’t let me go

And i'm just tryna find my way home

Verse 2 -

Now every morning around 7:30 on the dot, he wake up with a smile

All his shops are jumpin’ now, lines of feins for like two blocks around the clock

He making money now, raw, juan they run the town

You couldn’t tell them nothing, stuntin was the main objective

Juan copped the e-class, raw humble he got the lexus

New jewels for the misses, rose gold kisses, champagne flowin’ increasing their digits with millionaire wishes

Cash flow is insane, and that's when the shit got wicked

Linking with juan was less frequent, his girl became distant

He couldn’t make sense of it, paranoia set up shop and it got the best of him

And then his intuition hit, could juan be fuckin my bitch?

Nah, he wouldn't do that, that's my man 100 gram

But, could juan be fuckin my bitch? This shit shady

Swear to god, ima get down to the bottom of this shit

Chorus -

Worlds gettin’ colda’, but the streets won't let me chill

Block gettin hot, couple n words turned bitch and squealed

Tryna get this bread ducking cops and feds

Wanna get away but the game won’t let me go

And i'm just tryna find my way home