Yeah, look at this shit I've been going through lately
I never sleep, I've got my foot to the pavement
My pen to the pad like I'm dying t'morrow
If I die t'morrow, then I'ma go out as a legend
'Cause I'm temporary, my music forever
And I'ma be chillin' with Biggie
Upon when the gates open up
I was made for this rap shit, ain't nothing else workin' for me
I came out the womb, steppin' on my competition
They all opposition, I don't see these mothafuckas
I got tunnel vision, why I'm screamin'
Fuck these numbers, fuck these bitches, fuck the money
Fuck the fame, all that shit ain't lame, cool
When I was a jit, all that I had was the music
Was tryin' to do it, tie a couple nooses 'til I get it right
And when I get it right, and I'm sayin' goodbye
Bitch, praise to god, I heard the light is
My obligation to the bring real shit to the nation
Even though I am impatient, I know that in due time, I'ma get it (yuh)
All these bitches actin' timid, nah, I'ma run through it with choppas
And put my whole dick in the industry, fuck what they think of me
I'm goin' down in the history books, greatest to step to the mic
Look, I've been studyin' opponents and cookin' components
To be the best ever, I'm honest
So when you see me, better give me respect
BDS will put pole to your neck
Pull the fuckin' trigger, yeah, that's how you livin'
Life is full of limits, makin' [?] beverage, bitch
I'd die for my brotha, but how many of 'em take a bullet for ya boy
I'd die for my brotha, but how many of 'em take a bullet for ya boy
I'd die for my brotha, but how many of 'em take a bullet for ya boy
I'd die for my brotha, but how many of 'em take a bullet for ya boy
One rappa, two rappa, three rappa, four
All these bodies in my closet, I know
That most of my favorite rappers, wasn't spittin' like me
At the age of 19, make a mothafucka think that my idols my rivals
And I never lose to my idols
Get slided and thrown into the trenches
I'd snipe from a distance like boom bow
I reload and empty the clip
On a pussy mothafucka, with a link in his bio like Cinco De Mayo
Y'all impersonate, I come from a city that most think that is Disney
But I got brothas, losin' homies to snakes
That'd be the reason where I get a mic,
I refuse to be speakin' on stupid shit
My brother focused on treason
It ain't no reason why I can't sell out shows before I can drink
Don't make me push the button
I will love nothing but to toss your corpse into the lake
My brothas gorillas
They talkin' [?], they peel it back, empty it, put in the clip
I might charge a soul for a feature
I might give these rappers the ether
I might put your bitch on a stretcher
I might give these lil' jits a lecture
I got to win it, complexion, my selection
Based on divide on two different sections
Grippin' my testicles, walkin' past scary celestials
But I was not in a pie
Now, I flip symbols for my dead homies
This mineral, hey like my testicles
Suck on my dick, I am the shit
That's a conscious flex for all of you bitches
I'd die for my brotha, but how many of 'em take a bullet for ya boy
I'd die for my brotha, but how many of 'em take a bullet for ya boy
I'd die for my brotha, but how many of 'em take a bullet for ya boy
I'd die for my brotha, but how many of 'em take a bullet for ya boy
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