Late breez

Late night creepin’, avenue glow

Came from the bottom where the pain run cold Now I want

racks stacked tall like towers Countin’ every dollar by the late night

hours

People act real but they change for the fame

Smile in your face while they throwin’ dirt on your name

So I move low-key,

hoodie on black

Mind full of scars but I never look back

I remember days when my pockets was hurt

Now I want diamonds and my name on a shirt

Still got demons that I carry inside But the money and the

music keep the pain out my mind (hummmm)