Digga38
The seperation between what's fake and what's real
Five iPhones dropped, my nikka still in the cell
On these road to riches nikkas bound to miss a few turns
Don't let the bridges that you cross turn into bridges you burn
Look, ayo I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the piers
Reflect on my pain and shyt on my fears
Should I feel an ounce of guilt that I outdid all my peers?
I was like