Fountain of Youth

[Intro]
Yo, let me talk my shit for a minute
Trust gang shit

[Verse]
Lack of money can cause stress
For a cheque I took a dance with the devil in a prom dress
I was tired of seeing my mom stress
I had a meeting with the man upstairs but I took the wrong steps
I had to get it from the dirt and a cell
Took my talent and motivation turned into a brand
The first thing on my plans, start a business get a bag
But it's hard when them crackers got the purse string in they hands
We all pay price in this game of life
Gamble with it, shake the dice
Hope it lands you where it’s rain or rice
To be honest, I don't take advice from niggas
Who ain't ran up a cheque then lost and had to make it twice
Send my niggas to where you lay at night
Wake you up with a gat in your face
Bitch, say good night!
Oh, she ain’t died, I'ma make it right
I sneak in, kill you and the nurses trying to save your life
Nigga, fuck all that humble shit
I came in the game to be the best, I ain't come for friends
I stay ready, never getting ready, I come with clips
No heat on my waist that I gotta carry with other [?]
When y'all coming from the same place but our mindset is the difference
Street sweeper, keep the broom like a closet in the kitchen
Come walk a mile in my shoes
The good die young so we toast with a glass full of fountain of youth
Bitch!