Money Made Me Do It

The story goes, the words tell…
the road sales, just a means to pause ⏸

I’ve come from nothing.HALOS… innocent, to CLAWS 👺 stop 🛑 
He who calls, GOD ✝️

What you want for me, could be the same that I want for myself,
WHO knows ❓⁉️ 

I ignore what I already know, if you did to 🙋🏽‍♂️, we would’ve never met, or met again.

We out here to get fed and EAT, not to repeat, we out here to COMPETE with ourselves!

Loyalty and respect don’t deserve to be in the same sentence as CHECK$ 💰💰💰

I’m guilty more than I’m not, innocence don’t get you on the squad, street creds forced to be tough

I love and respect you, as much as I can, for we both have ignored loud calls, but we still boys til the end 

We both know what we know, the writing doesn’t have to be on the wall, we read between every line of life involuntarily like breathing
NATURAL

I’m fucked up, but I’ve accepted who I am, my wife somehow loves me, I’m in a good place now, how? 
By being me! 

By going with my heart, by following my gut, by feeling trust, the same way we did when it was us teamed up! 

Chicago forced a relapse, maybe it was the fact I was close to home, feeling hoe”d” out and not worthy of recaps… 

to each their own…
FEELINGS
DECISIONS
AGREEMENTS
CONTRACTS
COMPREHENSION 

Everyone has valid points, we all just trying to get paid. Closer checks make it easy to be loyal, I remember going to bad sales still feeling chipper when I was one…

What’s the point of having options, if you’re not allowed to choose one…CAPTIVE❌❌❌

I got to do what is best for me, I expect you to do the same. I still love and respect you, we both got game! 

I’m still on your team, when it makes cents, we both spit smoke so it only makes sense we create flames 🔥 

FIRE 

I can’t stand feeling you’re mad at me, I’m not mad at you, I write raps to instrumental beats for mental therapy sessions 

Our latest conversation and situation the subject of topic, proof it bothers me and I still care about you

I’m sorry