In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it But writer, often with arthritis Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start
Hard-headed and hot-headed, and pig-headed Dick-headed a brick, a big headache I'm Quick with it for every lyric it There are 6 critics who wait, for me to with it
So this dynamite stick, bury the wick It's gonna explode any minute, lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to yelling When I selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not 'Cuz I got jelly, 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 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, there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not acknowledging you at all I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers, it's all I can spit in your face while 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 just to me mellow Hands on my head, touch to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you know me I keep saying it, I stress it enough So keep playing it and stand next to the
I mics like affixation When I'm my own throat masturbating Fuck yeah, I'm a case And I mastered this rap shit my ass gets wasted
my assassination Till I'm slain of some fags 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, there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not acknowledging you at all Till I get a that 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 true MC, it's what I do just to see if he has it And if his mastered He's able to spill raps long he's killed that's a
Real MC got you 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 beast If I ain't had this to salvage me Inside, I'd be exploding in self loathing And mourning so I'm you don't coax me
It's silly, but really its in wolves clothing Who only reacts when he gets don't we Fool, the press up this whole thing It's stupid, they don't cuz they don't see
I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it I'm sick of bout these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out I'm sick of 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 heart's frozen it don't even 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 expect no