away. In thsoe streets I stumble over cracked concrete running in circles on tired feet. I'm sick of all this hatred, it does no one no good, if I could
're already dead. I'm not gonna do that, I will not go stale and vindicate the minions that all said I would fail, you sank far too deep and I tried to
Break it Bop it Niggas beat-boxin' [Verse 1:] I do what I do like I do it for TV I guess what I'm doin' I'm doin' to keep the... Shoes on my feet sweeter
roots is deep You heard the bitch in you Yeah I know what's beef Let it cook And I pop like grease You thirsty niggers can't shot my feast Ugh I still
by greed, causin you to distress Just do what's best, clean house, leave out Them punks can't touch what they can't peep out See I'm a raw nigga, and
the makeup I'm in the crowd like Lee Malvo, with a sniper rifle A hockey mask, a butcher knife Yo who knows what I'll do They sellin dreams with a rap
life just tryin to break night We in for life, under the lights but I'm outta sight When I write sometimes I wonder if it's outta spite I like livin on
cops Nigga I'm heartless some say I role wit the forces of darkness But the closest I burned to death is the reason that I spark this (Spark this what
it just so I could spit it Flow a just so could flow a Fuck her like I could fuck her (Take it all you need me) Do her like I could do her Get it how
just so I could spit it Flow a just so could flow a Fuck her like I could fuck her (Take it all you need me) Do her like I could do her Get it how you
but do I care? No sorry I'm a lover not a fighter commit your crime I'll be glad to do your girlfriend, I'll be glad that you do time Here's the deal
Now I'm losin my mind, gotta take time If I wanna roll that weed, cuz you know I gotta roll it in the leaf Can't fuck with no stemi I'm losin my mind,
rap shit, my roots is deep You heard the bitch is you, yeah I know what's beef Let it cook and I pop like grease You thirsty niggas can't stop my feast, uh I
is deep You heard the bitch in you Yeah I know what's beef Let it cook And I pop like grease You thirsty niggers can't shot my feast Ugh I still love
