In my I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it But arsenic writer, often with Carpel-tunnel, Marshal start shititis
Hard-headed and hot-headed, and pig-headed a brick, a big headache I'm sick Quick with it for every lyric it There are 6 critics who wait, for me to with it
So quit this stick, bury the wick It's gonna any minute, someone lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not me to stop yelling When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop
I am not failing, you fuckers are not I got jelly, like jizzin 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 suckers I'm not You can all sue me, y'all could be the 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 God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers, all funny I can spit in your face while standing across from me No
My hits the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a pain so deep it But these cellos, help just to keep me Hands on my head, touch knees to
I'm over, emotion just flows over cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I saying it, I can't stress it enough So keep playing it and stand to the subs
I choke like affixation I'm strangling my own throat masturbating Fuck yeah, I'm a basket And I this rap shit till my ass gets wasted
Till my Till I'm slain 'cuz of some infatuation .44 Mag's A taste for disaster and if the case then
No apologies, nah I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all be the cause of me No apologies, y'all the force of me No remorse for me, like was no recourse for me
No apologies, not even you at all Till I get a call that coming No apologies, laugh it's all funny I could spit in your face while standing across from me No
song isn't for you it's for me A true MC, it's what I do just to see if he has it And if his skills He's able to raps long after he's killed that's a
Real MC got you me Whether willing or unwillingly, you agree As long as there's this hunger, and will in me expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage If I ain't had this to salvage me Inside, I'd be exploding in self loathing And mourning so I'm warning you don't me
It's silly, but really its sheep in wolves Who only when he gets pushed don't we Fool, the press blows up this thing It's stupid, they don't know' cuz they see
I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it I'm of talking bout these tattoos cartoon did why I tuned it out I'm sick of duking They can my dick 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 expect no
Expect no sympathy me I'm an MC, is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my heart's it don't even beat So expect no