[Produced by LUCAS QUINN]
[Verse]
I’ll explain how my bars are the hardest
But how’d you process the loss of your conscience?
(Riddle me that, you sick ass nigga)
Uh, I don’t wanna hear their drama or their content
I logged off, put some blocks on my call list
Maintenance the only ones in my apartment
“How long y’all been working on that faucet?”
Ayy, ayy (Goddamn, nigga)
The Lord said, “Turn the other cheek”, but I took it on the chin
The only time I’m fine is when I’m far away from them
Visualize my life with no broads, and no friends
Chillin’ up in heaven, sitting on 60 Ms
Boy, I’m plotting my escape, Ima flee, disappear
“I’m the spirit of DMX, in the flesh, hе is here” (Yeah)
Ah, shit, ah, yеah, that’s a joke, don’t be scared
I don’t know, when I get high, I tend to write the shit so weird
Mom, where all my baby pictures from my earlier years?
It’s like we can’t keep track ‘cause it’s all disappearing
What’s the meaning of this life, what’s the call of your spirit?
No ending in sight, but we all reach the finish
I find cash on the sidewalk, and I start to get religious
Everybody claiming they real when this could all be augmented
I seen a lot strange shit that makes me question my existence
And I fucked a few bitches you’d most likely couldn’t get with
Every man needs protection, every man must fall
You wanna talk competition, bitch, ‘cause I could keep this going
I’ll shit on 30 of your tracks with like a 3 hour song
CUTTHROAT Musik Ent., know what the fuck goin’ on
Don’t it sound all gravy, got that Flava In Yo Ear
Don’t I resemble Kraig Mack?
Ain’t I on some Biggie shit?
I got suicidal thoughts every day, but I’m content
And if you really knew my life, then you would probably understand
But ain’t no walking in my shoes, because I’m barefoot in this bitch
Yeah, I shape the world the way I see fit
So if certain niggas gone, then they ain’t need to exist
I got this shit on lock, the Master Key to manifest
Say Taj backwards, and see how fly I really is, nigga
Not supposed to be alive but I’m here, nigga
I hate to be a buzz kill, nigga
Mid-ass midget, they don’t fuck wit’ lil niggas
I’m big on this shit like Lord Ganesh, nigga
Takin’ all this money, I am not a safe, nigga
Started from the bottom, should I own a Drake, nigga?
If I sign someone, I must have some faith in him
You soft as a pinup, I’m a hard pain penner
Sayin’ you got bangers, but nah, you ain’t hit ‘em
My enemies failed, only God can get him
Uh, uh, look
Ima be the reason why a star get lit up
Got that type of fire that Marshall should hit up
Battery, D-12, V12 engine
She want my cucumber, no her valley ain’t hidden
All these hating niggas, wanna see where they gon’ end up?
Alligator Alley, motherfuck a gravedigga
Hoes got you gassed, pray you never get hiccups
You learned more lessons since the broads came thicker
And want that cornbread as a snack and dinner
All them bad times, boy, you gotta reminisce ‘em
Came up from a biscuit to a whole new piece of chicken
Now you cleaning money, first you had to clean the dishes
We pay the same way, but the difference is the difference
Shit ain’t been the same since I went insane with this
Wine by the cases but I’m not aging it
She only by my side ‘cause of my fragrance
My fire always solid, this is hot pavement
Can you be objective without hatin’ it?
My fire always solid, this is hot pavement
Can you be objective without hatin’ it?
Nigga
