you listening I've lost all hope in everything Lying face first On my bathroom floor Cause I don't want to do this anymore This razorblade Is holding my
listening I've lost all hope in everything Lying face first On my bathroom floor Cause I don't want to do this anymore This razorblade Is holding my
for tv Niggas like me, don't give a fuck about commercial air time Forced underground, ain't nothing commercial bout my rhymes Rather be broke or slinging dope than hold my
I thus transferred my life-essence into my Sword, that same blade which you now hold in your grasp. I committed my fading energies to concealing the
m fly, summin like tha air Ain't that summin, when it's stunting, there's nothing like air Homey hold it right there Home boy hold it down Spit five at
Malibu I'm ballin hard baseline, fall through the alley-oop BAM! Comin through this thang like James in the air off the bare of my hand N-gga jus can't. pretend you forgot my
I'm fly, summin like tha air Ain't that summin, when its stunting, theres nothing like air Homey hold it right there Home boy hold it down Spit five at
I'm fly, something like the air Ain't that something, when it's stunting, there's nothing like air Homie, hold it right there Homeboy, hold it down Spit five
it Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high Drag on my
be touched Mics holding, words chosen to pick them words from my seed Forty five is me, the other five percent is from weed I can't mourn, keep my hands
your whistle [whistle sound] Now clap ya hands and say yeah! (yeah) [Ghostface] Tune my voice out, tune my mic out Tune my voice out, tune my mic out
pussy and bust my nuts on her titties Ugh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth Now
the world And the jet hold twelve so theres space for ya girls Nobody in the street gonna hear That you givin' [pause] forty thousand feet in the air
a number on my days I spit each rhyme like my last, every word to every phrase Sacrafice my own for what it's worth, that's my way My existence, I travel
you know how much bloods been spilled on my name? Unless you walk in my Timbs you can't feel my pain Got no feelings for you niggas, ice chill in my vein