(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 wish I was dead the shit i be makin up Reality's nightmare, dead men wake up In and outcha mind, flatline, up through the darkness I'm heartless and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma dis Now let me kick the wicket shit that got me paid Triple six, the unholy, up boy you don't know me I'll slit ya fuckin thoat plus the i wrote Daddy will blast for me, catashrophy When I got spliff wrote my name on the in grafitti I takes from the rich and I to the needy Punks don't know my steelo man I up a kilo My zero plus i'm no super hero You say you a revolution, well bitch A young sittin on ammo plus i'm rich The angel strangled sev-er-al got federal Fuck the radio and public it Timothy need to be wrapped in plastic Shoot you in yo for my mothafuckin respect Judgement day in my god 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 demon ever bless the As i spit this curse, I watch ya burst It worse Nigga what the fuck you For murder raps, ghost writers get caught understand the spell i cast to the mass I make a young nigga blast if i give 'em the I got master in ya area And in america, i'm bringin the On night