In my I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often with Carpel-tunnel, with start shititis
and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I'm Quick with it for every lyric it There are 6 who wait, for me to slip with it
So quit this dynamite stick, bury the It's gonna any minute, someone lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to yelling When I stop selling I'll quit so, dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not 'Cuz I got jelly, like jizzin on your pot 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 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 God's No apologies, fuckers, it's all funny I can in your face while you're standing across from me No
My head the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a so deep it bellows But these cellos, help to keep me mellow Hands on my head, knees to elbows
I'm over, emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you know me I keep it, I can't stress it enough So playing it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like When I'm strangling my own throat yeah, I'm a basket case And I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets
Till my Till I'm 'cuz of some fags infatuation .44 fascination A taste for and if that's the case then
No apologies, nah I'm not sorry You can all sue me, could 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 even you at all I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers all funny I could spit in your while you're standing 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 he's killed that's a
MC got you feeling me Whether or unwillingly, you still agree As long as still 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 soaked in self 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 It's stupid, they don't know' cuz they 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 dick 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 frozen 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 frozen it don't even beat So no apologies