envy
not ready to die
man im alive
trying to survive
been to hell been to war
trying to even the score
I'll show you the door
step in my way
I'll flatten you like a mack truck on the runway
like Khalil mack on Sunday
like derailed freight train
wrong way done day
I'm like an uzi with lyrical violence
im ready to spray
step to me step in my way
I send you a one way ticket strait to the grave
down on me down on your knees
ill have you praying for mercy
like a catholic girl on Sunday
oh wait im the great escape
like Ted bundy on a runaway
out here trying to make my bread
like whole wheat
get your ass beat
I'm the bread winner no sleep trying to get paid
talk is cheap
filling my head with lies
like bullets going through Swiss cheese
bitch please you don't know me
who you think your talking to
I dont know you
trying to hold me down like dead weight
who you think your dealing with
cut to the chase strait to the point
my patience is thin my anger is setting in
no sense in talking bout this and that anymore
like a bank robbery like ants you scatter to the floor
not gonna lie not gonna hide
not going be nothing left when we are through
had just about enough of you
like Elmer's glu
squirt one squirt two pop pop like a drive by on a night ride
that's the sound of the streets in the night life
that's right get right
the maker only comes when the times right
like Brandon Lee the crows fly high just to get by
we all reap the seeds we sow now you know im the greatest that ever lived
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