R.O.T.C (Interlude)

This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6
 Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now
 Like should I start trapping? If what I write down
 Don't collect this very moment then I'm on it, no question
 In the streets my niggas is well connected, let's see
 Do I cop a pound of kush, Promethazine or push some E?
 Oxycontin have me laying on soft cotton when I sleep?
 This is deep as the abyss, I'm not just rhyming on the beat
 I be in spots chopping the rocks like flintstone feet
 This is me frustrated, battling my own evils
 Finna saddle up that work, across Ohio in a Geo
 Or should I sell my music .zip to buy your zip
 And hope one day it flourish to a kilo, track record of a hustler
 Rather records on the needle, making music
 Clocking fast bank like a shot from Patrick Ewing
 My nigga, what you doing on these corners with me?
 "I thought you had a show?" Well ma nigga I guess I didn't
 I'm tryna get this dough and easy money sounds tempting
 Especially when your homies pushing V8 engines
 Twenty-two on twenty-sixes, Range Rovers rolling up
 Three-fifty for an ounce of fire, I hope I got enough
 This industry calling my bluff, I need a new solution
 Curve-serving, know I might be in your store boosting
 2-11's with Mac-11's like fuck Hip Hop
 Don't wanna be Pun, don't wanna be B.I.G., don't wanna be 'Pac
 Just give me your funds, A.K.A. everything that you got
 Or everything getting shot, for nothing
 Leave you in shock, coughing up blood and mumbling
 Watch, the plans of a young man sponsor
 Moving grams like relocating your mom's momma
 Then expand to the Hoover dam, water
 Sherm, contraband, they yearn for the butt-naked
 Fuck a verse, verses get let off in thirty minutes, six seconds
 I disperse to the world of unruly, where I put the mic down
 And pick up a sack and a toolie, if you knew me
 You'll know I always had a passion for riddle when writing
 But lately I've been thinking 'bout taking chances to brighten
 My future financially, so please don't be mad at me
 I gotta do what I gotta do, no shit
 So I tell my nigga front me, let me put it on the strip
 Then give it back when I think about the consequence, shit
 There are times, when you need someone
 I will be by your side
 Oh darling, cause there is a light that shines
 Special for you, and me yeah
 I-take-I-take-take my chances-chances-chances
 Before they pass, they pass, they pass
 Pass me by, oh darling
 You've got to look at the other side
 R.O.T.C
 Right on time conscience