ICH

Switching scales ten times every day
Meeting ten clients daily, twenty grand every night
Shem parties, first Marriott, then Ritz-Carlton
But when I come down, I think, Mom's gonna get wrinkles
I could write more than just a poem about my life
I actually love you, but I just can't show it
Screw the streets and everything around it
I won't hurt a fly, but if I have to, I'll take down the king in the jungle

Don't be a fool, you can't handle this much stress
My enemies are sick because they hear my name
Everyone's blowing up like a grenade
My bro tells me: You're doing something right, bro
I don't wear a mask because I still have my face
All my enemies outside are boxers with trophies
But I send them packing because I have the connections
My boys are like a little mafia, bro
Tough times, but soon we'll see some color
My best friend gets seven years overnight
Someone thought he was a punk
And ended up in the hospital with four or five stitches in his gut
Life takes its course, Akhi's sitting on Mios
And spending it with the brothers in the casinos
A hundred K cash every week
On the Ay Yildiz, eight drivers, this phone's making my head spin
I think I see light at the end of the tunnel
Lucky, it's bleak and dark, that means go, get lost, kid
Every jerk tells me he’s got boxes
I stop talking to them when they don’t know the prices
I start talking to them when they’re just screwing the prices
Sometimes self-starter, sometimes kicking back quietly
Everyone's gotta watch where they stand
Twenty-five kilos of green, three boxes, bro, you know
This life pulls us down, this life makes us rich
Two guns, a hundred bullets, go Google us, don’t mess around
Ah, eventually everything here has a damn end
Don’t forget, bro, we’re all just travelers here.