: Get over yourself, deal with it you attention seeking hypocrite Run your mouth but you're full of shit, your bullshit ego makes me sick My patience
crossed the line Beyond a joke Every single fucking word Gone up in smoke Never sure who you're meant to be Your identity is dying on your feet Dead on
: First time lucky, but I fucked it up My perfect fucking timing, falling short of enough Holding in all my doubts, tried to make what we shared fucking
: Instead of forming opinions of your own Just walk the line, another mindless clone People like you bring out the worst in me You're your own worst
many broken bridges for you to mend Tell another lie, cover your tracks Worked so well for you in the past It'll finally start to catch up on you You
: Down but not out Mistakes - so many made Do you see the error in your ways? Take a step back, swallow your pride You fucked this up, now pay the price
: You were style over substance and nothing more When it came down to what's inside, you fell so fucking short This is damaged, far beyond repair You
: I know exactly how this should start I'm counting the days until you fall apart I remember when this meant so much more When did it become such a fucking
much shit you'll wish I didn't I'll bide my time then twist the knife You fucked this up, everyone knows the truth I'm gonna bring this down so hard on
: Your potential faded so fast No future here you're already part of the past The facade wont last, losing your grip Harder you try, further you slip
you, go and ask Fifty Yeah, go and ask fifty They love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty Go and ask fifty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than sibling
not hip boo I'm wale And that DC shit I rap all day, and my eyes red cause of all that haze Don't blow my high let me shine drumma on da beat let me
hip boo I'm wale And that DC shit I rap all day, and my eyes red cause of all that haze Don't blow my high let me shine drumma on da beat let me take
why I go from how you doin', to fuck all y'all! My attitude is rude enough to be a crooked cop, But it ain't no red or blue lights flashin on the top
matter how much that, it don't matter how much for this Put it on my neck and my wrist White ones, red monkey's and a blue? meoshay? Got fifty people
got hustle in they vein Kamikaze with an infrared, scoping my mind Puffing on lime swinging on 20's, bumping low on the ground Satellite shaking bitches, putting cameras on
balla to flex with Diamond stud earings and neckless And my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to texas yep im on there trowing
to find [Chorus] [Verse Two: C-Bo, B-Legit] I got my locs on hard hat goin to war Breakin them off on sight, stoppin lives like red lights Watch em
