I'm back on those raw raps
And I Carry every styles
Through each microphone I grasp
And I'll be the last great
Emcee on this earth
Because at birth I was destined
To write a sick verse
And that just how this shit
Works now Everytime
I write words down
I script sick sixteens
Forever spitting underground
Hands down I rip some wicked flows
I'm just a bit Twisted
Like the weed I roll
Now I put my
Middle fingers up
Because I just
Don't Give a f*ck
What you think about me
And
I
Don't
Give
A
F*ck
Never giving up
On this f*cking music
Listen to these lyrics
Like the time is still
Close your eyes
To see life more clear
Take a breath
And than take your time to heal
Because times get so unreal
Living in the past
The good times don't last
So I'm trying to live it up
I get a rush when I see
Those middle fingers up
To the skies we don't give a f*ck
And we don't ask why
We all die one day
So until then I'll have my
Middle fingers up
Because I just
Don't Give a f*ck
What you think about me
And
I
Don't
Give
A
F*ck
Never
Gunna give up
On this f*cking music