Lifes a Struggle and I'm  a warrior
fight for rebuttals and some inside euphoria
You try staying humble but your pride is destroying ya
Why stay outa trouble when wrote the story bruh
Life's gamble it's how you handle,
it all when it's scrambled laying on our mantel
I pick apart the pieces just to put it back in shambles
And set an examples, life's a pan get handled
like a candle to wax, I'm a furnis to tracks
I'm burnin for racks I'm just Gerdes who raps
I will live furnished with cash, I'm certain of that
Drive swirving like cursive but murkin in caps
You yell ride or die, I'll supply the finest clip
I'm a guy who wants a dime with nice eyes and hips
Driving in the whip High taken hits
light it up lit riden with my bitch

Show me love
Who's got your hand on the button of
Showin' love
You've got your hand on the button of


my mind rapped up, got my head filled
keep steady till i'm dead and keep my breathe still
I run my life like the end is only only ten till
while you like to run your life like it's a treadmill
aint going anywhere straight but im bent on greatness
I lead off home plate to escape my basment
You can bet my fate I'm destined to make it
I shed from my head why youre fed the fake shit
responsibility, at my finger tips
You got hostility flowing out your ignorance
I got liberty blowing on my figurative
I'm killin it villainish why you dealing just to get a whiff
you like I gotta make liven smoking pot for decisions
I'll be rocking what I've written makin guap kissing women
if you're not you better listen, take a shot at my position
I do a lot with a thought , taking shots while you're sittin
I'm just the one tends to fight pretend the end be alright
I defend my friends with mite till we friends again and tight
drinken hen in the den blendin ten drinks a night
you high with the pipe I'm the guy with the mic
while I can flow on the road, you sell coke doing blow
I get up and go while you lit up on dope
why you moving so slow, whose in controlling bro
you're rollin in lies Ill be rolling in dough

Show me love
Who's got your hand on the button of
Showin' love
You've got your hand on the button of

love life, puff tight, rough night, just first
don't pretend we ain't friends and remember this verse
left best with finess don't be impressed be emerced
I'm a warrior with stories, I'm that boy that use to hurt
the one you would make fun of, shunned for all his worth
felt feelings from the ceiling being beaten down to the dirt
Now I rise to the skies while you guys are getting worked
from birth to the hearse, remembered by the the universe