Trying to Steal Daylight

They ask me if I got game
I tell em no worries like Curry my shot nasty insane when I spark from the arc & let them shots drain
No safety f*ck it let the shots rain when the Glock bang
Feeling like the wolf on Wall Street, bout to stock change once the stocks change
I kick fire like a gas stove, coiled springs in hot flames, raw gas 94 octane 
Higher than a eagles as*hole, drugs burning on that foil bling boy oh boy the joy it brings once the torch scorches in a hot flame & make the rock change
These demons I'm entangled with straight mangle sh*t but regardless I still win, I swear to God they could cripple the heavens but I'm just trying to triple my 7's watching the reels spin like a slot game
Whipping in the kitchen, these hot flames got the pot stained
Everybody wants Pac's fame until they get shot on the block or get they clocks rang
That's when the plot change & they get to spitting, given up opp names to avoid sitting in locked chains
F*ck the opps name, instead give me they low I wanna know where the opps hang
Pull around, lock aim than let it pop bang
Than you can catch me with ya top dame, getting that slop brain
Rolling around while she going down like dropped planes
F*ck around & take your smile away from a mile away when the red dot hot & I lock aim
Don't approach me with a cup in your hand asking if I got change cuz I ain't got change
I'm f*cked up as a man so get the f*ck out my face, I am not sane 
And even though a lots changed I am not changed
It's like I'm stuck running in place cuz everyday I dwell on my past asking myself how much longer in this hell I can last, cuz when sh*t goes left I go way right trying to steal back time like it's daylight & the clocks changed....
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