Living in conviction you can't spite my pain
feel for the nigga get a taste of the game
feel the movement of a legendary
drop bombs like i'm a mercenary
write rhymes to the max so unnecessary
look on the papers obituaries call my name
i siton rock cornerstreet no taste of fame
only a couple shirts on the street with bloodstains
nigga shout out let it reign
gunclapped just for sayin his name
cops watch only them niggas to blame
I read my lyrics am i mentally insane
if i keep going like this choose the wheelchair or the cane
or if i dont make it might be the bullet to the brain
hunger like i've never had before
kick through the door and blast em to the core
toxics going crazy feedin like a boar
feenin on these niggas they keep wantn more
hungry like a bitch that want my dick
take a lick let it roll
now step away from the light thats my goal
From birth they stole my integrity
one stupid bitch still ride with me i call her beverly
you get me rich, you be my bitch we'll take it to the top
and when i make it there i promise not to drop
and if i lose my way pray for the day
ill drop it insane go suddam hussein
mark my reign blast they brain
do it genocide let it collide
ride it like a crazy nigga go columbine
ride it nazi kill for the rhine
kill any nigga for a taste of a dime
drop you in the face for a better rhyme
fuck the fame, kill the game
no one to blame they all the same
we all tryna figure out tryna make a name
we'll never make it...
and if you do they gonna take it
or get your innocence and gonna break it
cuz if you real the fuckin hate it
They aint no how to clean the grease when u bakin cheddah
they aint like it when you makin bank and gettin lettah
kill him now before he get bettah
throw that diamond sign up in the air
salute a nigga that don't really care
and when you truly figure out where it really stands
you lost your fame you off demand
now you got caught up in these niggas hands..
make your last amendments guns in your face now this is where you stand.
©
feel for the nigga get a taste of the game
feel the movement of a legendary
drop bombs like i'm a mercenary
write rhymes to the max so unnecessary
look on the papers obituaries call my name
i siton rock cornerstreet no taste of fame
only a couple shirts on the street with bloodstains
nigga shout out let it reign
gunclapped just for sayin his name
cops watch only them niggas to blame
I read my lyrics am i mentally insane
if i keep going like this choose the wheelchair or the cane
or if i dont make it might be the bullet to the brain
hunger like i've never had before
kick through the door and blast em to the core
toxics going crazy feedin like a boar
feenin on these niggas they keep wantn more
hungry like a bitch that want my dick
take a lick let it roll
now step away from the light thats my goal
From birth they stole my integrity
one stupid bitch still ride with me i call her beverly
you get me rich, you be my bitch we'll take it to the top
and when i make it there i promise not to drop
and if i lose my way pray for the day
ill drop it insane go suddam hussein
mark my reign blast they brain
do it genocide let it collide
ride it like a crazy nigga go columbine
ride it nazi kill for the rhine
kill any nigga for a taste of a dime
drop you in the face for a better rhyme
fuck the fame, kill the game
no one to blame they all the same
we all tryna figure out tryna make a name
we'll never make it...
and if you do they gonna take it
or get your innocence and gonna break it
cuz if you real the fuckin hate it
They aint no how to clean the grease when u bakin cheddah
they aint like it when you makin bank and gettin lettah
kill him now before he get bettah
throw that diamond sign up in the air
salute a nigga that don't really care
and when you truly figure out where it really stands
you lost your fame you off demand
now you got caught up in these niggas hands..
make your last amendments guns in your face now this is where you stand.
©
