Motto Tag - Young Mike

The poor get poor while the rich live mad rich\nFreedom one day we gon have it, my styles official like its illmatic, Young Mike\nI’m not your average hustler stereo type\nIt’s kinda crazy how they got this world believing the hype\nIf I could change this cold world with a roll of a dice\nIf you could walk in my shoes you know what it’s like\nI’m out hustling my son can’t picture my life\nToo many blinded by the lightning so they follow the light\nBridging the gap for the tomorrow cause the future is now\nI played the cards in my hands feels like I’m paying the price\nI’m from the crooked streets that made me corrupt\nMind of state its time to double up, from the beginning to the end the movement\nnever stops\nWorldwide till the day that I reach the top, born to let my thoughts always\nreach the stars\nListen up nigga this my truest thoughts\nI’m never gone stop this is bigger than the block\nPaper chasing till the day that I reach the top, my words are like a message\nhomie this is real talk\nKeep your eyes on the picture homie 'n' play your part\nHook\nGot my MOTTO TAG, i don’t wanna trouble\nGot my MOTTO TAG, i just wanna hustle yeah\nGot my MOTTO TAG, i don’t wanna trouble\nGot my MOTTO TAG, i just wanna hustle yeah\nStruggle, Struggle, Struggle, Got my MOTTO TAG\nHustle, Hustle, Hustle, Got my motto Tag yeah\nYou gotta be me to know, What’s the meaning of «Lack of air»\nYou gotta be me to say «this life is no fair»\nI got a lot of problems can’t spit a word cause I’m afraid they call me an\nheathen\nOr call me a junky-ass, black thought or i worship Satan\nDon’t know what the future is, half-life, pitiful computed risk\nGet lost in a dark confusion mist, handcuff by a dushbag life’s a piss\nNo spotlight no Afro, no pillow fight no porno, mysterious like Fordow\nHolla at you in a satellite photo\nI’m a wierdo, hell I’m wierdo but no ice cream mark on my face\nGot to show high life like Twilight & wolves against vamps, Come on!\nGet by, hell of a waste like i left no trace i said i hell try with no lace you\ngotta find your place\nI said that boy «steady gotta find it show your ID they bout to compile it\nThis bastards call you rubbish, such a rampage they treated you like a savage\nF.O.S, F.O.P this motherfuckers wanna choose for me\nF.O.S is «freedom of speech» but F.O.P is «Freedom of my P»