In my mind I'm a fighter, my a lighter My is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often arthritis Carpel-tunnel, Marshal start shititis
Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and Dick-headed a brick, a big I'm sick with it for every lyric spit it There are 6 who wait, for me to slip with it
So quit this stick, bury the wick It's gonna explode any minute, lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to stop When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop
I am not failing, you are not ready 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 the softening
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 there was no for me
No apologies, not even you at all I get a call that God's coming No apologies, fuckers, it's all funny I can spit in your face you're 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 to keep me mellow Hands on my head, knees to elbows
I'm over, emotion just flows over These shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I saying it, I can't stress it enough So keep playing it and next to the subs
I choke like affixation When I'm my own throat masturbating Fuck yeah, I'm a basket And I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets
my assassination Till I'm 'cuz of some fags infatuation .44 Mag's A taste for disaster and if the case then
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not You can all sue me, y'all could be the 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 call that God's No apologies, laugh fuckers 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, what I do just to see if he still has it And if his mastered He's able to spill raps long after he's killed a
MC got you feeling me Whether willing or unwillingly, you agree As long as there's still this hunger, and in me Then expect a life expectancy
I'd be a beast If I ain't had outlet 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 clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed we Fool, the press blows up whole thing It's stupid, they don't know' cuz they see
That I'm wounded, all did was ballooned it I'm sick of talking these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out I'm sick of They can my dick while I'm puking, and you too you can
Expect no from 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
Expect no from me I'm an MC, this is how I'm to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it don't beat So no apologies