: 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
years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof. wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on the rug, +Golden Grain+ on the
cuckoo's nest but you know who whith an "S" tatooed to my chest But I've innested Now I got the Industry pissy eversince me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on fifty
[Intro:] 1! 1-2! GRRR! [Verse 1:] I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped,
grip on tight Take the next flight We got it locked on the next bike [rampage] Check it out I got the eye of a tiger That’s plan to go higher My squad is on
blow But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with them thangs Run up on you with the gun in the dickie The collar coat hold a hundred and fifty
wrong 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
than a couple of times my pump shottie spilt a nigga's guts on the door, because he wanted more than he could stand, now him and his man is on the
the shit we on The rolleo's and the baggetts You still fuckin with them faggets We turn haters into maggets Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
