The words on the pad now, I can relax
The critic and creator continue to clash
And I think they're both on my shoulders
Telling my head to move over
But I've been back and forth, and I've been down the road
Who knows how many ways I've led my soul
Who's to say, you know Whatshisname
But I ain't seen that dude in a minute though
Aye, to die to yourself, that's what it takes
A piece goes to die, don't get in the way
Me and mine represent the one who walks on the grave
Cause if you ask Roller Boogie, this is what he'd say
Two packs a day, started at eight
Mountain Dew, drank in liters of two
He went from selling pills in a life of crime
To on the way to church, hit by Optimus Prime
Can't make heads or tails of it
The quarter drive a long way for it
You won't put it in your pocket
But either way, you gotta call it
Can't make heads or tails of it
The quarter drive a long way for it
You won't put it in your pocket
But either way, you gotta call it