Every year goes by it just bill bills bills every where
Debt collectors calling me up hiding their number like ladies. I should just cant dem off.
Bugging me every day telling me to pay up or find another way to pay before times up.

Cos I dnt wana a appearance at court.
I start thinking fast for a excuses I was in east my auntie is ill the lady on the line not paying my story any attention she just brought to my attention she will give me one more chance like my name was biggie.

All im trying to do keep my wig intact on my shoulders hearing a voice in my head stay focused dont wana end up in mad home or pull a trigger to my dome.

The whole year these debt collectors been bugging, me im trying to be good and pay my bills.
it like their not real like they don’t feel pain, like robots.
But I really don’t wana release the thug in me start robbing the rich start pimping these bitches so many different ways in the hood to get riches.

 i don’t wana take that path have the system have the last laugh. I play smart use this form of art to start building my path