As I sit an myself Am I 'coz I only play my shit and listen to myself Or am I for perfection? Answer that Ah, fuck it I'm cocky and I about to rap, nigga
And I roam these That's why my songs is deeper than itself I went from no food in the to a platter on my shelf and I watch it And ain't gotta give me that but keep ya hand out my pockets
Haters 'coz you makin' me nervous, it ain't it We don't want no accident I flip on purpose 'Coz we done seen so many done 11th, 2001 remember
Like, how could I forget, I lost my man pop in shit me get a grip I think, I'm it do Because between life an death, I be the two
And sometimes, I give a fuck if I live or die But I think if I don't give a fuck myself who else will, I'm stressin'
Guess, I was the wrong way That's why, I walk around with the long And done so many tears, I have none left Sometimes, I sat and prayed for
I feel like it's 11:45 a to 12 15 minutes to my days is over that's why it's hard to stay So I in the rain and smoke in the sun And my own clouds not to think of the pain
Sometimes, I think I'm goin' I get mad and shout, God's name in me for my sins, he got me laughin' again He got me rappin' again now help me choose my friends
My gats the one to me But if my gun could take the and tell, I'll be doin' life in jail Like judge, he me do it It ain't the gun, the nigga behind it that shoot it, that's ruthless
You see, alot of niggaz, want drag to shine Instead they wanna see drag locked up my nigga Shyne So you know what they try to do, a nigga behind You know it is, they envy me
Motherfuckin' niggaz held me back for 3 years And niggaz left me for dead that the world would forget but you know what? They didn't forget, bought me back
And now, I'm in the greatest of my life So now, I'm on some shit fuck, y'all All I a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz only I'm on shit like
Y'all can suck off 'Coz I don't y'all to succeed y'all nigga I know, you like my play early Like Nelly got country grammar 'er day
I can go and still sell out shows And make enough dough to get your feet choppin' not about toes? For comin' at me steppin' Talkin' gangsta shit and ain't have no weapon, nigga
Ah, I got the flow, I be the best in the Bronx 'Coz, I don't through the swamps Strivin' the alleys of death, recognize my destiny in life Even if it takes my last breath,
I walk in where it could've been my last step But God got me out of it, I Him and I'm proud of it Now can you feel my See what I see walk in my shoes and still gon' sane, nigga