Never folding, bad times, I let it go Inventory, take the bad times, I severed those Internally, I've been in some places that you could never go Been a hell, the devil is someone that you should get to know Gotta know the enemy Even on my good days, I polish up my memory Never getting easily distracted by amenities Really thought you niggas could stop me, that's what I meant to be Revenge of the Clones, I'm hoping I gotta check for me Remember who you trying to emulate when you stepped at me Used to give a fuck but lately I got no empathy If you ain't authentic, you basically just a P-F-P Not even human so really it's like you dead to me Never was alive, I'm not having fun at all But shrinking you down the sides But I got my hands tied, somebody must do the job I do it for the coach, I aiming straight at the roaches