Omito - Presence- Dying over a Dollar Intro lyrics

Eatin up this cereal thinkin while i write rhymes Tryna be a millionaire rappin is my life line I was busy robin sh** i swore i neva fight crime My city like gotham in the mother fucin nite time Im jus bein honest my mission to be accomplished Graduated college and my father was a convict Guess i beat the odds of a mother fuccin bronx kid Mama had ha doubt but i did it and i promised I kno im not an angel ma i ain have a monitor I was pushin green and no i ain a garadener I jus played the cut jus like a fuccin carpenter n***a had some money no wonder why i was popular Evrybody real but they really skippin cla** I jus call them n***as shady cus they only aftermath He talkin bout my views n***a u could buy that But when u got these barz n***as can't deny that n***a dont deny facts u kno that ima beast Ima eat in a feast wen im signed wit a lease Wen my single get released im on top fuc beneath I would neva sell my soul to the devil like a priest Money never changed me hopin it dont change u We dont gota talk i jus hope that u remain u Yea thats a sub to a member in my main crew n***as they be rich wit sh** yea thats wat change do b**hes wit the cake its plastic i mean its fake I be bustin so much a** i be askin for a break They told me good things come to those that wait Thats why my n***as on the blocc pushin o's and weight God ima make it even if i have sin a bit Talkn to the world u the only n***a listen Started so i finish it barz are unlimited n***a fuc a dream i dont sleep cus im livin it Life is like soccer and my goals are gettin chased They hate behind my bacc but they love me in my face Haters like the top of the pencil they get erased Reminded where my belt go at this sh** a waist Growin in the gutter where n***as dyin for colors U Ever had a n***a u love jus like ur brother His motherjus like ur mother u love ha jus like ur mother U hate to see ha suffer it burns u jus lik u usher Listenin to kendric lamar and then to drake I be listenin to cole i swear i feel they great The lines that they create designed to give me faith Contemplate on a circle but circles are just a shape Like a n***a over weight and loyalty is a word Which very one overrates these n***as dont place Im here to motivate that people that caught a case I be speakin for the hood and people that all relate Im writin down these barz for n***as behind them barz They hustle all day them n***as like a fuc a job Some n***as need the strees to eat ain tryna starve They jus wana feed they kids and they wana feed they moms Everday gota sin but still pray to god Hopin they dont die from bullets thats gettin shot Hopin they dont sell d** to these undercover cops Cus the chance of gettin loccd is the Same as gettin popped