Marc Spector - Commas (Freeverse) lyrics

All I want Is to make a mill But the streets is wild And one day my pride's 'bout to get me k**ed No lie, it gets reckless Everybody wants to front so everybody carries weapons And on the real, it's hard to deal with the pressure When the team's calling me like will your rep really protect us, huh RIP to fallen brethren But the way I feel don't make me even want to count my blessings On the real, I'm probably hard to k** Put the steel to my body yet my will remains godly; I'm too ill For a shotty; they still want to rob me Spreading lies about the boy; Bill to the Cosby Millions are watching, rappers turn to nervous wrecks Still popping pills; oxy, molly and them Percocets Boy I would murk your set, spark it like I burn Phillies Better say I Love You to your fam before it turns illy