Yo, peep the and the kids checking for it The number one question is how you ignore it And drop back in the cut over basement tracks Rap got you back in the sub black rewind that
We just with the rhythm Rise from the of stylist division these non-stop lyrics of life living Not to be forgotten but still
But in the there are those Who wanna talk and that So I suppose that it gets to a point feelings gotta get hurt And get with the people spreading the dirt it goes
Tried to you warning but everyone ignores me Told you loud and clear, but nobodys listening Called to you so but you dont want to hear me Told you loud and clear, but nobodys listening
I got a heart full of pain, head full of Handfull of anger, held in my And everything lefts a waste of I hate my rhymes, but hate elses more
Im riding on the back of pressure Guessing that its better I keep myself together Because all of this stress me something to write on The pain gave me I could set my sights on
I'll forget the blood sweat and tears The uphill struggle years the fear and Trash and the people it was to And the people that started it just you
to give you warning but everyone ignores me Told you loud and clear, but nobodys listening to you so clearly but you dont want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear, but nobodys
I got a heart of pain, head full of stress Handfull of anger, held in my struggle, blood sweat 'n' tears Nothing to gain, to fear
Heart of pain, head full of stress of anger, held in my chest Uphill struggle, blood 'n' tears Nothing to gain, to fear
Heart full of
Tried to give you warning but everyone me you everything loud and clear, but nobodys listening Called to you so clearly but you dont want to me Told you everything loud and clear, but listening
I got a full of pain, head full of stress (Nobodys listening) Handfull of anger, held in my (Nobodys listening) Uphill struggle, sweat n tears (Nobodys listening) to gain, everything to fear (Nobodys listening)