could change everything a smile torn from the left behind it's a shame there's no rewind if i am hated at least i am not forgotten
this thing called rhyme Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second I could write some shit down that could get a gold record Thought about not
to say Is everything I forgot to So if it's not too late I don't wanna give you away [Pusha T:] I see u walkin on that tight rope Shit u love me or love
(feat. Opio) [EXTRA PRO:] Yeah I can feel this been holdin' mics longer than Don Cornelius will this, ever end not 'till I seal this challenging your
rope or gasoline By a knife, by a raiser or machine (CHORUS) Suicide is in the air I can commit it everywhere Leave this world that is totally rotten Make sure I've nothing forgotten
frame, that's why I lose control I aim, I stumble and I fall Our adaptation can't be faithful Your world does not attract me This is the end you see
up. (South Park Mexican) I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke I choke on my breakfast, the end of
ain?t like me to beg on my knees Oh, please, oh, baby, please That?s not how I?m doing things No, I?m not upset No, I?m not angry I know love is love
I can feel, I'm real When it all happened I was in the lime light News, camera, gaven killer stamina Another year I'm here but forgotten Skin is rotting
, and I'm so sick and tired of Being forced to put suckers in their place You make me mad enough to punch you in the face But I'm not trying, so never
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace Say Dopehouse
I hear them coming down again Another rope will tie my hand They think I'm a liar, a cheating messiah But hear my story 'til the end Here is just an easy
'bout that man The nigga the B.I.G. is high in flight like value jet You thinking about the B team 'cause my end is never met nigga Black man white
on tik that they ain?t paid yet, Spend their pay cheque In the west end on the weekend Got no money by the end of the weekend. But they don?t care cos
made yet Got a Benz on tick that they ain't paid yet Spend their paycheck in the West End on the weekend Got no money by the end of the weekend But
ain't like me to beg on my knees Oh, please, oh baby, please that's not how I'm doing things No, I'm not upset, no I'm not angry I know love is love
and I'm so sick and tired of Being forced to put suckers in their place You make me mad enough to punch you in the face But I'm not trying so never
feel, I'm real When it all happened I was in the lime light News, camera, gaven killer stamina Another year I'm here but forgotten Skin is rotting feeling
