In my I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it But arsenic writer, often with Carpel-tunnel, Marshal start shititis
Hard-headed and hot-headed, and pig-headed Dick-headed a brick, a big I'm sick Quick with it for every lyric it There are 6 who wait, for me to slip with it
So quit this dynamite stick, the wick gonna explode any minute, someone lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to stop When I stop selling I'll so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you are not ready 'Cuz I got jelly, like on your pot belly is destiny, yes money, I'm off running, so get off of me I'm not slowing the
No apologies, nah suckers I'm not You can all sue me, y'all could be the of me No apologies, feeling the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no for me
No apologies, not acknowledging you at all Till I get a call that coming No apologies, fuckers, it's all funny I can in your face while you're standing across from me No
My head the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a pain so it bellows But these cellos, help just to keep me Hands on my head, knees to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion flows over cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep saying it, I can't it enough So keep playing it and stand next to the
I choke like affixation When I'm strangling my own throat yeah, I'm a basket case And I mastered this rap shit till my ass gets
Till my Till I'm slain of some fags infatuation .44 fascination A taste for disaster and if the case then
No apologies, nah I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the of me No apologies, y'all the force of me No for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not acknowledging you at all I get a call that God's coming No apologies, laugh it's all funny I could spit in your face while you're across from me No
This isn't for you it's for me A true MC, it's what I do to see if he still has it And if his skills He's able to spill raps long after killed that's a
Real MC got you me willing or unwillingly, you still agree As as there's still this hunger, and will in me Then expect a longer expectancy
I'd be a savage If I had this outlet to salvage me Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self And mourning so I'm warning you don't me
It's silly, but really its sheep in clothing Who reacts when he gets pushed don't we Fool, the press up this whole thing It's stupid, don't know' cuz they don't see
That I'm wounded, all did was ballooned it I'm sick of talking bout tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out I'm of duking They can suck my while I'm puking, and you too you can
Expect no sympathy me I'm an MC, this is how I'm to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even So expect no
Expect no sympathy me I'm an MC, this is how I'm to be Cold as a G, my heart's it don't even beat So expect no