(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 1) I know you I was dead form the shit i be makin up Reality's nightmare, men don't wake up In and mind, flatline, straight up through the darkness I'm and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma spark dis Now let me kick the wicket shit got me paid bitch six, the unholy, back up boy you don't know me I'll ya fuckin thoat plus the murder i wrote Daddy will blast for me, wicket When I got spliff wrote my on the wall in grafitti I from the rich and I gives to the needy Punks don't know my man I rock up a kilo My undrstanded plus i'm no super hero You say you want a revolution, bitch A young nigga on ammo plus i'm rich The fallen strangled sev-er-al N-A-T-A-S got Fuck the radio and public it Mcbay need to be wrapped in plastic Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin day in my god damn tape deck
(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 2) I'm the wicketest ever bless the microphone As i spit this curse, I watch ya brain It gets what the fuck you thought For murder raps, writers never get caught understand the spell i cast to the mass I make a young nigga if i give 'em the task I got master in ya area And in america, i'm bringin the On devils