and you feel pain What you call sanity's what I call insane My mind's flippin' on alcohol Tylenol And marijuana Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha
THE INDUSTRY! fuck em high, fuck em hard, fuck em Low, show to show, let em know, let em know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! Don?t play their game, play your game
[Verse 1] It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me It's inherited, it runs in the family Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef Threaten a niggaz
to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boys a beast And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
at the money like its unfamiliar I get it I live it To me theres nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems Too much would kill ya And when I
problems, Too much would kill ya, And when I leave, I always come right back here, The young spit it and everybody in rap fear, A lot of ya'll still soundin
your problems, Too much would kill ya, And when I leave, I always come right back here, The young spitter that everybody in rap fear, A lot of ya'll still
on her case My homie Billy Bill had to bust him in the face We never like a fuck, who beats on his girl If ya don't have a game, then .. leave our world
nothing, ya'll police be fronting And stop looking at my pussy, like ya'll want to suck it, I'm out On ya'll pussies, catch me next time, bye bye" [Outro
doormats (Yeah) Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic Step up and accept it You wanna see the shells shift Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya
't know why you tryin to leave this game State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight The game
Add a little color to the picture frame The rhyme cheetah, throw on a wife-beater T-shirt, jeans, tennis shoes didn't see ya [Dubee] Din't see ya mayne
gotta let it out I've gotta sing it loud They say to listen to your heart, that's why I speak to the beat Trying to find my direction like ?Never eat
B to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boys a beast And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat