You know, everybody's been me what they think about me for the last few months It's too Maybe it's time I tell 'em I think about them Can't hear it down the hallway stairs from the parking lot It's too my crown all up in it Slow Don't fall on my Don't on my faith, oh fall on my fate Don't on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fall on my-
Gotta against the clock I race Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that marijuana tape Guess I got a case And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me not to say And though me and my party days have all pretty parted ways You'd swear to God forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" One last for Charlemagne If my response is late, it's how long it takes To hit my radar, I'm so far away
These rappers are like Games One minute, mocking Jay Next minute, they get they style from Migos, they copy Drake I just don't know when to turn around and walk away But all the hate I call it "Walk on Water" I've had as much as I can I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done my patience I can take all of you motherfuckers on at You want it, You got it!
Don't fall on my Don't on my faith, oh Don't on my fate him up! Don't on my faith, oh Rrr Don't on my fate
Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he fasten it Or have his body baggage The closest he's had to hits is smacking bitches And don't me have to give it back to Akademiks Say this shit is trash again, I'll you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly Even when I'm brain, you'll never catch me with a thot
Lacking it, "he ain't spit like this in his last shit" Hoe, you go back and listen You know me better, thinkin' I'll up, let up Call it traps it's a total setup Hopin' you rappers fall in that Dre said, "Hold your up" Griffin stackin' ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition, this is how I shot a head (pew)
Gabby Giffords, my attack is viscous, the ripper, back in business Tyler nothing, I see why you called yourself a faggot, bitch It's not just you lack attention It's 'cause you worship balls, you're sac-rilegious If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or
Get Earl, the Hooded Sweater, whatever his is to help you put together some words, more than two letters The fans for this moment the feature when I stole this show Sorry if I took
Don't fall on my Don't on my faith, oh I fall on my fate him up! Don't on my faith, oh Ha fall on my fate It's too
Just remember-I was before you And I'll be here after you make run-in for you Detract this, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a what the doctor ordered Revenge is the best the dose, unleash the monster Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves, they suck the blood from all the biggest like some leeches So they 'em, get 'em there, get a name to 'em See the show, every parasite a host
Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's even heard of All I know is I wrote every single word of I ever murdered Time to separate the sheep from And I got no faith in your writers, I don't in ghosts rap needed it most, I was that wing in the prayer A beacon of hope, the in the air Somewhere, some kid is bumping this while he in the mirror That's who I'm it for, the rest I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket how I'm these artists On the scale it to minus Mines is various as hardly and what's scary is you prolly can me to your car 'cause I'm barely gettin' started And as far as Lord Jamar, you better me the hell alone Or I'll you an Elvis clone Walk up in house you own my pelvic bone
You should tell a phone and go me the remote Put my feet up and just make myself at I here, clown! Don't tell me 'bout the I the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, and moaned, but I'm not gonna fall... bitch!
too loud Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the lot It's too Freeze my all up in it fire