Intro: The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be. Have you found that your admiration will never set you free? Get your lies prepared, you're next in line for judgement day, now, aren't you praying, aren't you begging that you're anyone else?
Verse 1: Guess who it is? Its the best in the biz Amber be alert cuz they checkin for the kid Hendersin yeah I'm back just doing what I do I'm bored with ya games I suggest you get a clue Yeah it's like they ever knew, I could spit it so precise Bet that I'm all up in they head like lice I'll never take it back I aint taking your advice And they know what I mean muthafucka cuz I'm nice Well I got what you need And It might sound conceited but I will not concede I aint fucking with Ruxin I'm way outta ya league I aint messing with you scrubs ya thats word to doctor Reid So close motherfucker I can taste it Y'all don't see the vision, you should get some lasik Feeling so good you could say I'm on that Mase shit It came from the heart so thats why I had to pace it
Breakdown: You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young. Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongue. And if you're proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill, well, I bet it stings to give up everything and realize that they don't want you.
Chorus: It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company. (whoa-oh-oh-ow) It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps
Verse 2: I don't play, something like a mascot And I'm focused treat me like a ascot Coming for your neck, yeah I'm coming for respect I aint fucking with ya crew you got jokers like a deck What the fuck do you expect? for me to just resign? While you decline, go in circles like revine I sat back motherfucker call it recline Paid the cost to be the boss no such thing as free time If you think I'll take a seat but instead I make a beat Thats the way I'm making heat And I hit the ground running you would probably break ya feet And I'm coming for the fame motherfucker watch me skeet I remember when they didn't need me Now they wouldn't dare try to leave me Cuz you know the kid is spitting ruthless So lock Compton in the 80's right now, rap game well this shit is so eazy
Breakdown: You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young. Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongue. And if you're proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill, well, I bet it stings to give up everything and realize that they don't want you.
Chorus x2: It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company. (whoa-oh-oh-ow) It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keepsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
