Verse 1:
My life isn't stable, one day it's the best//
And the next it's the pits, it leaves me so fuckin' stressed//
It's like a Merry-Go-Round, and it is never gonna stop//
And I'm feeling soo nausous and I wish I would drop//
I wish I'd fall off the face, of the face of this earth//
I've been crawlin' for some fame since the date of my birth//
Until the date of my death, I will never give rest//
To this dream that I have, I am so fuckin' blessed//
Potential's to the max, I am mental on the wax//
The instrumental's so relaxed that I am gentle flowing fast//
I'm pro in all my shit, like Hov and Obie sick//
I know I'm gonna blow, I am hoping that it sticks//
My passion can't be matched, compassion's what you lack//
My rappin's like a trap attached to make a blast//
I'm laughing til the end, attack and apprehend//
Anybody who faces me, I'm back up on the pen//
Copywright: Steve Spag
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