| Friend or foe?
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| I don’t know
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| never thought so many spoke
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| about me, say that I’m way too mouthy
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| say what I make is lousy
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| but they never been in my shoes, my blues, I say fuck you
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| you’ve never been down
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| never been around ever since I was a little child
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| I’ve been sick wow, nobody wanted to give me a little hand out
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| got a plan now cause, yesterday nobody wanted to listen hey
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| nobody wanted to speak to me
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| and now sudden everybody yell radio-play
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| and my opinion is all that counts
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| I don’t wanna get the club to bounce
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| just turn me down, I never dumb it down
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| so call the clowns cir. |
| cuz now cause
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| I don’t wanna make shit that I don’t feel
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| mama fighting with addiction of pop pills
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| and you that it’s fiction, it’s not real
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| you don’t got a prescription to talk, so chill.
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| I don’t know
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| what?
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| why they throw
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| shit at me
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| I don’t know
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| what?
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| why they hating on me
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| And I don’t know why
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| they be acting so sly
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| tryna come and slow my god damn shine
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| never been around, never ever been down
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| now you wanna tell me how to live life
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| Never claim shit that ain’t true
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| the same kid, same attitude
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| 06', my aunt died, you wanna tell me that aint real too?
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| she’s stil alive? |
| FUCK YOU
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| she died this nigh, 9 fucking years ago, damn
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| just picture how many tears her children shed and what they holds in
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| the sound and the sight when I mention the night she passed
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| to the light, man I see I benight the bright in my grandmother’s eyes
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| and might try to smile cause she need me to fight, like UH
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| drop the crap, I don’t wanna hear another sloppy track
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| a raise my voice, do you roger that?
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| unoriginal boys yell copycat
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| but that’s, some shit they’ll spit but will not fit
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| hide lies in the tips and advices
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| surprised that hipsters fight this
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| but the lines I flip too big, you can never bite this
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| and I think back, what I’ve seen what I’m tryna be, so
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| when I reach for the pot of gold, snakes shows up tryna bother my soul
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| but I’ve been through hot and cold
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| my feet’s been stuck in snow
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| so this ain’t a problem, I am so awesome, man I take pride in saying I am
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| Mads’ern yo
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| And I don’t know why
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| they be acting so sly
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| tryna come and slow my god damn shine
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| never been around, never ever been down
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| now you wanna tell me how to live life
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| (yeah, now you wanna tell me how to live life)
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| (yeah, now you wanna tell me it’s all lies)
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| I’ll remember everything you say
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| and I’ll memorize every motherfucking name
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| but when I turn this room right into a stage
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| man you gotta realize you’re only shooting with blanks, because I
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| Survived the pain and hardship
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| now I’m ready for a change, darkness
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| been around for ages, fuck this
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| not ready for the grave, I stay
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| I gotta pave the way and I’ma save the day
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| a lot a razorblades tryna slay your veins
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| you gotta face the hate, nobody gave you faith
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| on a silver plate, keep your place
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| I don’t know
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| what?
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| why they throw
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| shit at me
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| I don’t know
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| what?
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| why they hating on me
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| And I don’t know why
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| they be acting so sly
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| tryna come and slow my god damn shine
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| never been around, never ever been down
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| now you wanna tell me how to live life |