As I sit an position Am I cocky 'coz I only play my and listen to myself Or am I strivin' for perfection? Answer Ah, it I'm cocky and I about to perfect rap, nigga
And I these streets That's why my is deeper than death itself I went from no in the fridge to a platter on my shelf and I watch it And y'all ain't gotta give me that but keep ya hand out my
Haters you makin' me nervous, it ain't worth it We don't want no accident I flip on purpose we done seen so many tragedies done September 11th, 2001
Like, how I forget, I lost my man pop in that shit me get a grip I think, I'm it do between life an death, I be confusin' the two
And sometimes, I don't give a fuck if I or die But I think if I don't a fuck about myself who else will, I'm stressin'
Guess, I was raised the way That's why, I walk with the long eighth And done shed so tears, I have none left Sometimes, I sat and for death
I feel it's 11:45 a quarter to 12 15 minutes to my days is over that's why it's hard to soba So I in the rain and smoke in the sun And my own clouds not to think of the pain
Sometimes, I I'm goin' insane I get mad and shout, name in vain Forgive me for my sins, he got me again He got me rappin' again now help me choose my friends
My the closest one to me But if my gun could take the stand and tell, be doin' life in jail judge, he made me do it It ain't the gun, it's the nigga behind it that it, that's ruthless
You see, alot of niggaz, don't want to shine Instead they wanna see drag locked up like my Shyne So you know what they try to do, a nigga behind You know it is, they envy me
niggaz held me back for 3 fucking years And niggaz left me for dead Hopin' the world would forget but you know what? They didn't forget, bought me back
And now, I'm in the greatest shape of my So now, I'm on shit like fuck, y'all All I give a fuck about is my niggaz and my niggaz I'm on some like
Y'all can these off I don't need y'all to succeed y'all nigga I know, you like my word early Like Nelly got grammar like 'er day
I can go and still sell out shows And make enough dough to get your feet choppin' not about your For comin' at me half Talkin' like shit and ain't have no weapon, nigga
Ah, I got the flow, I be the best in the Bronx 'Coz, I walk through the swamps Strivin' through the alleys of death, recognize my in life Even if it my last breath, nigga
I walk in places where it could've been my last But God got me out of it, I Him and I'm proud of it Now can you my pain See what I see walk in my shoes and gon' keep sane, nigga