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 with start
Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and Dick-headed a brick, a big I'm sick Quick it for every lyric spit it are 6 critics who wait, for me to slip with it
So quit dynamite stick, bury the wick It's gonna explode any minute, lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not me to stop yelling When I stop selling quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not '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 the softening
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 remorse for me, there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not even you at all Till I get a call that coming No apologies, laugh fuckers, all funny I can spit in your face you're standing across from me No
My head the pillow, a weeping willow I sleep, a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos, help just to keep me Hands on my head, knees to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you know me I keep it, I can't stress it enough So keep it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics affixation I'm strangling my own throat masturbating Fuck yeah, I'm a case And I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets
my assassination Till I'm slain 'cuz of some infatuation .44 Mag's A for disaster and if that's the case then
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not You can all sue me, y'all be the cause of me No apologies, feeling the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no for me
No apologies, not even you at all Till I get a call that coming No apologies, laugh it's all funny I spit in your face while you're standing across from me No
song isn't for you it's for me A true MC, it's what I do to see if he still has it And if his skills He's able to spill raps after he's killed that's a
Real MC got you me Whether willing or unwillingly, you agree As long as there's still this hunger, and in me Then a longer life expectancy
I'd be a beast If I ain't had outlet to salvage me Inside, I'd be exploding in self loathing And mourning so I'm warning you coax me
It's silly, but really its sheep in wolves Who only reacts when he gets don't we Fool, the press blows up this thing stupid, they don't know' cuz they don't see
That I'm wounded, all they did was it I'm of talking bout these tattoos cartoon did why I tuned it out I'm sick of duking They can suck my while I'm puking, and you too you can
no sympathy from 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 it don't even beat So no apologies