[ Featuring Robert Fortune ]
I'm fully focused/
F*ck the games you keep the tokens/
This a cold, cruel world, just in case you didn't notice/
Why these people bugging me, I don't associate with locust/
Steady talking about the bread, but all I see you do is loafing (come on)
I just feel this, this and that. Why you talk in your emotions? /
Brother, I don't give an F.U.C.K. about nothing you posted. /
Oh you thought that shit was lit, you talking to the damn explosion/
Flexing with a stick or two, the perfect way to get you toasted. /
I'm sick of the coasting. /
Relying on niggas who dying for figures/
Pretending he one with the culture. / (come on)
Go time he doesn't move, he a sculpture. / (come on)
This internet shit for the birds, so f*ck it, I'm robbing you vultures. /
I'm cheap, I ain't buying no holster. /
Put your career outside on a poster, it's missing. (ha)/
A tad egotistic and distant/
But that's because I mind my business.
Calls from these bitches like gimme this, gimme that, who is you? /
Get off your ass and go get it! /
Swear to God you need a Benz, but pulled up on me in a Civic/
She gave me the box, a moment of top, I got no response, forget it. / (nope)
I'm the sickest nigga I know/
Vocals on pyro/
I should probably be admitted. /
I do my dirt, it's just part of the work. /
I pray to God I'm forgiven. /
I do this shit from my heart, you niggas rap about gimmicks. (Facts)
Imma stand on my square in a gang of circles, I came to take over, not fit in./
Came to take over, not fit in./
Came to take over not fit in./