Golden Rules - Don't Be lyrics

I'm standing on edge I'm bout to jump You nervous looking at me you scared because I'm one To not be stressin' whatever said, afraid of gun Is something that I never had cared for feeling numb Scurry over properties, this no monopoly The money in our lives be real you microscopin' We observe from the distance, be my philosophy I'm drinking coffee from the pot cold you probably think That these people with goals afraid to loose I do it for the love, but love don't pay no dues Love don't keep the water and the heat on I'm boiling ramen noodles with a lighter So how your day goin'? You in the lobby eating pork I visit NY for a week can't get a taxi in New York I must've fit the profile of being broke True indeed I was down to a dime but my approach Is different when you living for a purpose And you know it so you take the longer route But you know the place you going I seen a hooker with a stroller on her way to work A man on crutches thinking how to get his legs to work A women lusting till a dealer come and snatch her purse A little boy from South Florida, he hungry stomach hurt This ain't a rapper wit' lies I'm writing lines Suicide from the pen to the pad straight from the mind [Hook] You must be pumping something through my veins I felt you, heard you, but nothing has changed I don't trip, I don't bleed, I don't want, I don't need Quite alright yes indeed If you want to succeed don't be a b**h Don't be a fish in the pond that's what they told me You should be rapping ‘bout hoes that's what they sold me Go get some j**ellery and gold not just some gold teeth Like it's a secretive code you could've showed me Lights hit you from the roof of the venue The bartender serving coffee not your typical menu What you see me frequent in got some knowledge to lend you Before you change episodes, this is to be continued To be continued, to be continued, to be continued People change when the money right People change when the money wrong People change like they borrow clothes If we listen to whatever hit our eardrums You might as well kiss your future gone, right or wrong Young dude with a soul like he a thousand years old Like mould steady smiling Figure nothing this cold come to an island When the water that's around you is the only thing surrounding Real country with fake rules to benefit Fake people with with real stress of paying rent Nightmares we dream of Lamborghinis with Suicide the doors that make your spirit lift I seen a hooker with a stroller on her way to work A man on crutches thinking how to get his legs to work This ain't a rapper with lies I'm writing lines Suicide from the pen to the pad straight from the mind [Hook]