Aye
Send one right nose and right to mouth
Training MMA instead of rotting on my couch
Fixing up the posture
No humpback, no slouch
Only realest in my house
Ain't no dealers, keep the ounce
Sick-tracked, got rocked
Blood up on the blouse
But one day hold to much money to count
Cutting people off
No more time, get out
Ain't nothing personal about
Know what I did, it ain't right
But doing what I gotta do to keep my light
I got
Plenty of things I suppress and I fight
But I
Keep a smile on the face
Man the teeth are shining bright
Alright
I flight, my kite
Guard is tight
Counter right
Rolling left
Rib kick, put an end to the night
Relax now
Nose bleeding
Looking through the pages
"What's up, Spinny"
Man that the greeting
No more break
Barely breathing
Old self, with bad thoughts
I'm disagreeing
One more question
Then I'm fleeing
Did ya, did ya, did ya
Look
Missing myself
Every night
Looking in the mirror
Man what do I fight for
There's nothing left
In my brain
Man I pour
Felt misplaced, no worth, I'm poor
Flip the script, I got on pace
I'm gold
Imma rap till I die, 200 hundred years old
On some Mario shit, the top is the goal
Playing poker class, bad hand
Gotta fold
But I make record, I makes tapes
My story's told
And for this we getting deep
F*ck it I'm getting bold
I'm done playing games
This shit is getting old
Accepting my fate
The greatest way to cut it cold
Ever since I started my life
Never sold
Truth has come out
Pieces run out
But the peace won't run out
Bitch I'm free
Collect checks, the I get my glee
But one more question then I flee