"You've got to risk losing, you've got to risk everything
You've got to go to the edge of defeat. That's where you want to be:
On the edge of defeat."
First and foremost, verse of raw quotes
Mention tension and thirst for more gross
Hard to swallow. Tomorrow nourish your sore throats
Grip average mic, not as rich parasite but poor host
Said it before, had Berettas to pop
For years made it hot, now I'm try'n better the block
You had a ill role, this is medicine rock
Armed though, with a combo like it never been locked
Deal with too much real to ever speak make-believe
My pen'll be the panacea, they straight diseased
My words is action, those that know prefer distraction
Observed us maxing, but never on curbs relaxing
Herded with a murder faction
Answered back any clap we heard dispatching
They speak novice verbs, slow sounds
But me? A lot occurred. These pro nouns
Scrolls alive here, and the dead see
Even if your body trapped, your head free
Unstable thoroughbreds, bucking wild
Just to think, we all linked tryna cuff a thou'
Believe me, wasn't greedy, just enough to smile
What was important as a child means nothing now
If this ain't meant for me, nothing is
I chased it and fell
Got a bruise, but refused to embrace my hell
I was hurting babygirl, this shit you can't soothe
Feel I survived The Hill to grant jewels
Once you find your lane, you can't cruise
When you define the game, you can't lose
The flows get you high... bag a line sober
Some criticize the rhymes I agonize over
From the days I behaved like a thug
I don't get rich from this, this is labor of love
Moms forgave me, when I was ill and stressing her
Then continued rhyming when they was killing the messenger