I want my American dream. Yeah, I'm in this cell right now, but my situation ain't always gonna be messed up. I'm gonna get my Navigator with the rims. I'm gonna have a ass mansion. With an elevator. Jacuzzis in every bathroom. I'm gonna have money out the ass. And the bitches. They're gonna love me. I can hear them calling my name: "Rahim!"
Forget middle class. I'm going all the way to the top. That's what this country is about, right? Starting with nothing and ending up with everything? I want Bill Gates money. I'm not trying to be just comfortable. I gotta buy my mama houses. I gotta make sure my baby mamas got all my kids straight.
I'm going for mine in these streets daily. I flip my cash on the regular. And until I got the money I want, if you got something I want, I'm gonna take it. Simple as that.
What? Education? Fuck that. It takes too long. I got my diploma because high school gave me constant customers for four straight years. I tried to continue that hustle in college, but that shit was hard. That college thing is just another way The Man keeps us down anyway. They just giving us the White version of everything. They don't be telling us what we need to know. You know, that shit that’s gonna help my hood.
So I gotta live this life. I had to steal that car. You know how much money I could get for that whip? Put it like this: it woulda been enough to keep all my baby mamas off me for a couple months. And if the bitch had just moved out of the way, I wouldn't have had to knock her upside her head to get it. It ain't like she needed the car. She looked like she had more at home.
I got a good lawyer, though. They gave me three years. One week left in my sentence. OG's in here keep telling me they'll see me later, but I'm not coming back. I'm not getting caught again.
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