As I sit an myself Am I cocky 'coz I only play my shit and to myself Or am I strivin' for Answer that Ah, fuck it I'm cocky and I about to perfect rap,
And I roam these That's why my songs is than death itself I went from no food in the to a platter on my shelf and I watch it And y'all ain't gotta 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 when I flip on 'Coz we done seen so many tragedies September 11th, remember
Like, how could I forget, I lost my man pop in that me get a grip I think, I'm it do Because between an death, I be confusin' the two
And sometimes, I don't give a if I live or die But I think if I don't give a fuck about myself who else will, I'm
Guess, I was raised the way That's why, I walk around with the long And done shed so many tears, I have left Sometimes, I sat and prayed for
I feel like 11:45 a quarter to 12 15 to my days is over that's why it's hard to stay soba So I drink in the rain and in the sun And create my own clouds not to think of the
Sometimes, I think I'm goin' I get mad and shout, God's name in Forgive me for my sins, he got me again He got me back rappin' again now help me my friends
My gats the one to me But if my gun could take the stand and tell, I'll be doin' life in Like judge, he me do it It ain't the gun, it's the nigga behind it that shoot it, that's
You see, of niggaz, don't want drag to shine Instead they see drag locked up like my nigga Shyne So you know what they try to do, leave a behind You know it is, they envy me
niggaz held me back for 3 fucking years And motherfuckin' niggaz left me for Hopin' the world would forget but you know what? didn't forget, they 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 give a fuck about is my niggaz and my only I'm on some like
can suck these off 'Coz I don't need y'all to succeed y'all I know, you like my word early Like got country grammar like 'er day
I can go cold and still sell out And make enough dough to get your feet choppin' not your toes? For at me half steppin' Talkin' like gangsta shit and ain't have no weapon,
Ah, I got the best flow, I be the in the Bronx 'Coz, I don't through the swamps Strivin' through the of death, recognize my destiny in life Even if it takes my last breath,
I walk in places where it could've been my 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 keep sane, nigga