In my I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, with arthritis Carpel-tunnel, Marshal with start
Hard-headed and hot-headed, and pig-headed a brick, a big headache I'm sick Quick with it for every lyric it There are 6 who wait, for me to slip with it
So this dynamite stick, bury the wick It's gonna any minute, someone lunatic Lit it and its not Nelly, do not tell me to yelling When I stop selling I'll quit so, dwelling
I am not failing, you are not ready 'Cuz I got jelly, like jizzin on 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, there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not acknowledging you at all Till I get a that God's coming No apologies, fuckers, it's all funny I can spit in your face while you're standing from me No
My head hits the pillow, a weeping I can't sleep, a so deep it bellows But these cellos, help just to keep me Hands on my head, knees to elbows
I'm hunched over, just flows over These shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep saying it, I can't it enough So playing it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics affixation When I'm strangling my own throat Fuck yeah, I'm a case And I mastered this rap shit my ass gets wasted
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, feeling the force of me No for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not even you at all Till I get a that God's coming No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all I could spit in your face while you're standing across me No
This isn't for you it's for me A true MC, it's what I do just to see if he has it And if his skills He's able to spill raps long after killed that's a
Real MC got you me Whether willing or unwillingly, you agree As long as there's still hunger, and will in me Then expect a longer life
I'd be a beast If I ain't had outlet to salvage me Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in loathing And mourning so I'm you don't coax me
silly, but really its sheep in wolves clothing Who reacts when he gets pushed don't we Fool, the press blows up this whole It's stupid, don't know' cuz they don't see
I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it I'm of talking bout these tattoos cartoon did That's why I tuned it out I'm sick of They can suck my while I'm puking, and you too you can
Expect no from me I'm an MC, is how I'm supposed to be as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even beat So expect no
no sympathy from me I'm an MC, is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen it don't even So no apologies