So good things come to those who wait. Sure, I've waited about pop pop pop pop that four cousins shot. Ive got grudges lets discuss it. My music needs to touchups, I got a long record of fuckups. Trust me. You don't know a past as weird as mine or a life as hard as mine. I have to hussle. Chile, sell drugs, grind, whatever you wanna call it's just fine but just listen. And don't prejudge. I don't want anyone dismissing me as another thug or some shit like that. No sir. If I fall I will get right back. I got circumstances but let me stop dancing around the issue and tell you straight forward I'm poor. A refugee, been in prison, survived a war. I come from the most dangerous city in this universe. You're likely to get shot a birth.
So how can rap quench my thirst, I don't even have verses no more, I have jerkin off punks with lip-glosses and purses, I don't see no body operation anymore I see nurses, fuck that. I'm gonna stay alive, I'd going to rather do a searchby. And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me, mo'fuckers don't get it. Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, I used to be public enemy don't forget it. And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me mo'fuckers don't get it Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, aggression, obsession, with pain never gain.
So yeah, basically release occasionally, I gotta let you know what's goin on with me and facing me are some tough choices, I got a good side and bad side inside my head. My head screams loud voices. And I can't lie, I aint got shit, I ain't got to brag, I'm all oppressed for some cash to send to my ill dad. You're so superficial, or course it's fo'shizzle, now my choice is piss on you boys, cuz my mission is the world, to know name, my aim, is plainly success, but I still gotta confess:
So how can rap quench my thirst, I don't even have verses no more, I have jerkin off punks with lip-glosses and purses, I don't see no body operation anymore I see nurses, fuck that. I'm gonna stay alive, I'd rather do a searchby. And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me, mo'fuckers don't get it. Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, I used to be public enemy don't forget it. And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me mo'fuckers don't get it Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, aggression, obsession, with pain never gain.
That's what it is. It pain. You know what I'm saying? I don't know man, it like you spend years developing your artistry, you know what I'm saying, protecting your skills. But you can't do shit with it. That's gotta be fucked up. You know what I'm saying? That's gotta be fucked up.
Just imagine. Image you build a fucking castle and you can't live in it. That what it is! You can't live in it! And you got problems. You got family. I got family. Moment of truth right? And I still gotta confess:
So how can rap quench my thirst, I don't even have verses no more, I have jerkin off punks with lip-glosses and purses, I don't see no body operation anymore I see nurses, fuck that. I'm gonna stay alive, I'd rather do a searchby. And if rap gets jealous, (YAH!) cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me, mo'fuckers don't get it. Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, I used to be public enemy don't forget it. And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me mo'fuckers don't get it Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, aggression, obsession, with pain never gain. And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me, mo'fuckers don't get it. Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, I used to be public enemy don't forget it. And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me mo'fuckers don't get it Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, aggression, obsession, with pain never gain.
And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me, mo'fuckers don't get it. Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, aggression, obsession, with pain never gain.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
