The Cycle of Crack pt 1

Young entrepreneur saw the path of that white bitch is hard
So he moved to the block and went hard
Young Money cook, bag, tag; manufactures with his hand
Permeates the skin, young money has a sensation
He is the greatest on the strip; all the fiends call him kid
Never did a bid, see him shaking his fist
Like 4,5,6; from 7to11 custos stay in high heaven
He knows this life, he seen it all his life
Throw’em in his mouth, when he sees the blue-red lights
No jail tonight, Po Po rides by
Its all good like everything in the hood
“Young money can I get 6”
Out his mouth he spits, still in plastic
Money over hand for that hard white bitch
He licks his lip” what is this numbness”
He like this, so constantly he spits out 4,5 maybe 6
Young money kid, hyperactive, making transactions
Speed up and own the block “BOMB” in mouth stacking his chips
KID get big, but looks a lil slim, eyes wildling, crispy crème smile round his lips
Two weeks back Young Money met a new friend
She was “fine” first time in America flew a Colombian line
He took her straight to the head, and then he choppered his cigarettes
Young money was a shot caller, at the club a “BOUNK” baller
Dope boys now call him a GEEK
Young Money on the streets; now everybody the Police
Looking like he anit ate in weeks
Not enough to go round for the fiends in the streets
“Its all for me” he screams Young Money Young Money
When them boys see young money anit nothing gonna be funny
He shorted that work, started hitting the stem under his shirt
Young no money ready to steal from me, the need of satisfying
Cycle of life accelerated for young fast money
Laying on ya back as ya go thru the cycle of Crack