There's not much you do or say to phase me People I'm a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Have to step in every in a while to save me
To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say Sometimes I forget what other just may think A lot of rappers wouldn't know how to take me If heard some shit I layed to tape 'fore they erase me
I may be a little too fast-paced and Sometimes the average listener rewinds and me Twenty times 'cause I say so rhymes it may seem Like I'm going too cause my mind is racing
And I could give a fuck what you place me Long as when I'm up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of greats When I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool beside
For single die-hard fan who embrace me I'm for the talent in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the environment he placed me Believe it or not, I my mom, far as she raised me
In a neighborhood daily jumped and chased me It made me what I am today See regardless of what anybody believes who me You gonna make or break me
to strip me of my credibility or make me look fake, G You're only gonna be in for a awakening 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all face me And when you face me with all the shit you've savin'
To say to me, you had all this to think about it Now pussy out and try to wimp out, face me 'Cause I've been patiently for the day That we meet, in the same place to see
No matter how battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
My untouchable, now you gotta face it Uh oh, it gets worse I go back to the basics You gon', say the wrong shit and get your whole face The smell of love it so much I can taste it
I spot my target, blaze it, hit, graze it Your talk, save it, your shit sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To study your moves then you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst then God's is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you attention boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so you miss shit To be specific I go ballistic, it's
My music is a drug, press play you ain't gotta it it or pop it, roll it bag it or chop it It get you over and over but you gotta cop it it's hot it's hot, your hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No matter how many I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how battles I been in and won No how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's never