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I'm so
Of all the problems you've been me
We are not no mo' far as I can see
You done kicked me down, I've
I'm crawling, all your fault

money, more problems it is
Now I'm back to my lyrical novel again
I'm holding on grenades and I'm trying to not a pin
I done contemplated on a bottle of gin
'Cause maybe that'll my nerves and get my ass on track
I'm on the fucking edge, I snapped and I can't go back
I have no class, I'm cut how my last hoe act
She tried to ruin me, she damn near made my cash flow
I fucking hate this bitch, her could sit on a grave
Only reason she ain't dead is my kid on the way
The bitch is pregnant and she stripping, dodging wage
She done kick me down, me up and spit on my face
I bought a ring for this just to set it in stone
My headache has grown, damn I should've left it
Now heaven is gone, so is my love and it won't
Welcome to bitch, I hope you burn because

I'm so
Of all the you've been causing me
We are not no mo' far as I can see
You done kicked me down, fallen
I'm crawling, it's all fault

Listen little nigga, we ain't in the shoes
You ain't a name or even paid dues
Dammit, I'm ashamed of what it to
And if you had have ever my level of fame guaranteed Dame would have played you
in the wrong, don't give me hate for it
You know him better than me, y'all always had a broken
Now you looking at me I'm Satan's spawn
But five years ago you had made the diss song
Why don't you put it out? Show the world you hate brother too
Don't be to show the truth, shit you ain't got much to lose
Anyone can a gun up but who's brave enough to shoot?
You know damn well he's to waking up to loot
If you seen the I seen, you would've taken sides with me
But you fucking disappeared and you ain't ride with me
And now you wanna return the label hit the bottom
fuck you and your phoney mental problems

I'm so
Of all the problems you've been me
We are not no mo' far as I can see
You done kicked me down, I've
I'm crawling, all your fault

Too many motherfuckers my life
And make me out to be a like I love my strife
Too many pick at what the fuck I write
They hate to see me shine, they wish they cut my light
I use my music as my public diary, it's what me
It's why fucking son admires me, come and fire me
Settle with the that I was put in, nuh-uh
You motherfuckers forgetting I'm too good at my job
Y'all shoulda this, some think I'm too retarded and stupid
Overnight I just and started a movement
The power at my fingertips is greater than Funk and Ruthless
Ha Ha, you still losing, you niggas you could do it
Go crawl in some sewage, you niggas ain't no
You fucked Hopsin Da Ruler and now I'm hollerin' screw ya
Hallelujah, all the is finally cut off
Niggas the throne is mine so stay the off

I'm so
Of all the problems you've been me
We are not no mo' far as I can see
You done me down, I've fallen
I'm crawling, it's all your