Yo, peep the style and the kids for it The number one is how could you ignore it And drop back in the cut over basement tracks Rap got you back in the sub black rewind that
We just rolling with the Rise from the of stylist division With these non-stop lyrics of living Not to be forgotten but still
But in the meantime there are Who talk this and that So I suppose that it to a point where feelings gotta get hurt And get dirty with the people the dirt it goes
to give you warning but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear, but nobodys Called to you so but you dont want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear, but listening
I got a heart full of pain, full of stress Handfull of anger, in my chest And everything a waste of time I hate my rhymes, but everyone elses more
Im riding on the of this pressure Guessing its better I cant keep myself together all of this stress gave me something to write on The gave me something I could set my sights on
I'll never forget the blood and tears The uphill struggle years the fear and Trash talking and the it was to And the people started it just like you
Tried to give you warning but 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 full of pain, full of stress of anger, held in my chest Uphill struggle, blood 'n' tears to gain, everything to fear
Heart full of pain, head full of Handfull of anger, held in my Uphill struggle, sweat 'n' tears Nothing to gain, everything to
Heart full of
Tried to give you warning but ignores me you everything loud and clear, but nobodys listening Called to you so clearly but you dont to hear me Told you everything loud and clear, but nobodys
I got a heart full of pain, head of stress (Nobodys listening) Handfull of anger, in my chest (Nobodys listening) Uphill struggle, sweat n tears (Nobodys listening) to gain, everything to fear (Nobodys listening)