Will I Live To See Another 24

Will he rise up will he fall He will ball, stand tall through it all He will hustle until the man calls All day everyday 'cause the game is plentiful Will he live to see another 24 It's the corolation of the 'Hood Monarch' nicknamed 'The Black Stallion', He's the wickedest Don on the Island, and he keeps his money pilin', His heart pumps out of finagle, he's all about his pesos, he'll die to get richer he picks sinful wealth over a halo, because he thinks being broke is crappy like throwin' trey 4, Or maybe throwin' double 6, he rustles chicks, he gets vicious when trouble hits, when on bubble licks he's 1/8th of a hustle clique, Everyday he hears the street life callin' his name, he repies, I'm a go he feels he was born to play ball in the game, and hunt for dough He looks in the mirror & says to self I'm a grind 'til I get mine, he intertwines with life and stays glossy like a spit shine, his destination he wants to make it big time, So he buckles down as he's fightin' the blues, he knows only God knows the outcome so he tightens his shoes, As he struts down the path for dough', he feels the stress from the streets but he knows his hustle will keeps his pockets fat for sho', it's plenty money in the game so he scratches for mo', wondering will he live to see another 24