Organized Lyrics

Man you ain't living by no street code

Caught a couple cases then he told

How you claim you solid but making statements these folks

Oh you flossin money but you ain't feeding yo people

Only type of person to do that would be some weak folk

Im just trying to teach those

Who don't how to eat folk

Ima teach you how to fish you just bring yo own pole

No this ain't a movie tho

Gotta stick it to yo role

Bitch Im always eating never leave my house with out the toast

Gotta keep the heat on cuz world been getting colder

Pockets getting fatter as i get a little older

Grip on the steel as look past my shoulder

Cuz any damn minute this life can be over

Mind constantly racing everytime that Im sober

All of this damn stress turned a good kid into a smoker

Drug user constant cocaine abuser

Alcoholic kid who addict to budda

I sold it after I became user

Then I realized this shit turning me to a loser

Money ran outta my pockets

Smoking and sniffing my profit

Waking up the next morning like damn I emptied out my pockets

Back to the same habits

Everyday I been at it

Momma don't know her son done turned himself into a damn addict

Battling with addiction

Having constant afflictions

All of these damn drugs been killing off all my ambition

It's like I'm losing grip of my goddamn vision

Listen to intuition

And if I didn't change I wouldn't be in this position

So many drug acquisitions I never thought that I would change the way im living

Now i buy stocks sell em off for proper the baggage

When it come to music i just gotta keep shit classic

Gangster and gentlemen styles p would be happy

All I'm trying to do is get this money and feed my family

Na I ain't got time to kick it so go head and be mad at me

My mind is on some other shit

Im trying to make my money flip

Stack it then I double it

My goal is when Im rich I just wanna help the public

Teach some love with it you don't need to hate on another one's craft if you worried about your own biz