by Fa-Q » Aug 14th, '13, 21:48
Wasn't ready to be a millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill, though, the skill was there
In the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout bustin' raps and standin' for somethin'
Fucking acronym
Quit the fuckin' act like you're happy, I'm fuckin' back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't over 'til I say it's over - enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it
Raise your hands up like it's 12 noon
Nah, homie, hold them bitches straight up
Wait until you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came above, came to ruffle feathers
Nah, egos, I ain't deflatin' 'em
Last chance to make this whole stadium erupt
I can see the finish line with each line that I finish,
I am so close to my goals,
I can almost pole vault over the goal post,
An' if I aint got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough,
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what,
They say I was washed up and out a blood bath,
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust,
Plus, I can just walk up to a mic and bust,
So floors open if you'd like to discuss,
Top 5 in this muthafucka, and if I don't make the cut,
What like i give a fuck?
I'll light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck,
Through the side hit a bump,
0-60 hop in it gunit like G-unit without the hyphen,
I'm hypin 'em up,
and if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut,
And I might just give up, (Eh) might have been stuck,
Bowing out but I aint taking a bow,
I'm stabbing myself with a fucking knife in the gut,
While I'm wiping my butt,
'Cause I just shitting on the mic,
And I like getting cut,
and I get excited at the sight of my blood,
You're in fight with a nut,
Cause Ima fight til I die or win,
Biting the dust, it'll just make me angrier,
Wait, let me remind you what got me this far,
Picture me quitting, now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival,
So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, jump in the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Lift, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, refuse to slit, can't diffuse the wick
If I don't do this music shit I lose my shit
Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do
As soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue
I'm showin' you the flow no one dos
I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
[?] they're kinda normal with the traits
So you'd better trade your fuckin' Nikes in for some toolbox synths
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It don't have to be pride for me
So pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers
But I want you to doubt me,
I don't want you to be-lieve,
Cause this is something I must use, to suc-ceed,
And if they don't like me then fuck-you,
Self-e-steem, my steem will shoot through the roof,
cause trust me,
My skin is too thick, (?) I can see why the fuck I dis-gust you,
I must me allergic to failure, because every time I get close to it,
I just sneeze but I just go a-choo, then a-CHIEVE,