In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a My soul is the fluid, my flow it brighter But arsenic writer, often with Carpel-tunnel, with start shititis
Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I'm with it for every lyric spit it There are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip it
So quit this dynamite stick, the wick It's explode any minute, someone lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not me to stop yelling When I stop selling I'll so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you are not ready 'Cuz I got jelly, like on your pot belly is destiny, yes money, I'm off running, so get off of me I'm not slowing the
No apologies, nah I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all be the cause of me No apologies, y'all feeling the of me No remorse for me, like was no recourse for me
No apologies, not acknowledging you at all Till I get a call that coming No apologies, laugh fuckers, it's all I can spit in your face you're standing across from me No
My head hits the pillow, a weeping I can't sleep, a so deep it bellows But these cellos, help to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion just flows These shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep saying it, I stress it enough So keep playing it and stand next to the
I choke mics like When I'm strangling my own throat Fuck yeah, I'm a basket And I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets
Till my Till I'm 'cuz of some fags infatuation .44 fascination A for disaster and if that's the case then
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not You can all sue me, y'all could be the of me No apologies, feeling the force of me No for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not acknowledging you at all Till I get a call God's coming No apologies, fuckers it's all funny I could spit in your face while you're across from me No
This song isn't for you for me A MC, it's what I do just to see if he still has it And if his skills He's able to spill raps long after he's that's a
MC got you feeling me Whether or unwillingly, you still agree As long as there's still hunger, and will in me Then expect a longer life
I'd be a savage If I ain't had this to salvage me Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in loathing And so I'm warning you don't coax me
It's silly, but really its sheep in clothing Who reacts when he gets pushed don't we Fool, the press blows up this thing It's stupid, they know' cuz they don't see
That I'm wounded, all they did was it I'm of talking bout these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out I'm sick of They can suck my while I'm puking, and you too you can
Expect no sympathy me I'm an MC, this is how I'm to be Cold as a G, my heart's it don't even beat So no apologies
no sympathy from me I'm an MC, this is how I'm to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it even beat So expect no