intervention

i got my mind on the money
sticky on my mind
finger on the trigger
think’in about a crime
sit’in in my ride outside the shaker spot
peep’in the players pack’in in, I wanna take all they got
my pockets are on E, my fridge is too
shorty about to drop my first seed, what the fuck am i to do?
i sit back, eyes closed try’in to concentrate
think’in about my past and about my fate
then i hear my dead great grand talk’in in my third
her words float through my dome like a high humming bird
she said, “Sun go ahead and shine, you don’t need they dim light…
You a SupaStar baby, they just shoot’in through the night...
You’ll come up tomorrow and it will be all good...
You gotta think about your queen and your seed and your hood...
Cause they all depend’in on you to chase away the rainy days...
You can’t do a damn thing for ’em if you locked up in a maze...
I know it's kinda heavy but you a strong nigga see...
And if you feel like you can't go on, just call on me...
I'll be juice that gets you go'in like the gas in your car...
And I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp remember you a SupaStar...
So go ahead and light that fire and let it elevate your dome...
And when you’re done burn’in it down take your ass on home...
Go shine on your queen and your unborn seed...
Remember these words and you better take heed.”