 Money I should set aside. Hungry for the cheddar rye. Running through this genocide. Trouble trying to get a line. Trying to find my mind again. I be trying to tap in it. Riding through Manhattan with a press heat. Captain with the map and shit. I reach home and hit the mattress quick. There's a distance I be battling. Trying to reach the goal. City like a sea. Niggas leeching on your soul. Geeking for the gold. Eating what my bros ate. Blood still leaking out my nose.