Hook
I Know I Know You Couldnt Live With Me
Because 2 Hours In You'd Be Sick Of Me
So, I Aint Ever Gon Be History
Ima Stay Long As I Can Till You Sick Of Me
Verse 1
When I Go Rhyme Its Extra Smooth
Peepin Em Now Like Lets Go Groove
I Got That Funk I Bring It Back
Stuck To You Jus Like Glue
This A Mixtape Track So F*** Givin My All
Livin To Ball Im Ill Never Listen To Ya'll
Under Preshur Who Unda Preshur What
"You Know Your On My Ipod You Got A Great Flow" Psh F*** Whatever Slut
Ima Workaholic I Got No Words To Call It
I Spent 3 Years Working On My Craft Buildin Up An Urge For Ballin
Yah Nerves Im Spottin I Dont Care I Rip It Its Nothing
Im Coming Up Like It Or Not I Got You Sick To Your Stomach
In A Bucket, I Love It Watch You F*** ing Blushin Got You Thinking
Wow Hes Aiight But Hes Gotta Gotta Suck Suck At Something
Okay I Can't Sing Or Do That Little Break Dance Thing
So Im Slackin Till I Get A Shot For My Chance Ching
If You Knew Me In Real Life You'd Call Me F*** ing Weird
I Don't Care F*** You you Know Ima Still Be Up In Here
Verse 2
Yeah I Got A Cold, And I Wanna Fold
But Rap Be Like A School An You Know Im On The Honor Roll
So Geronimo, Ima Try To Take My Shot
F*** It All, I Dont Care F*** ing Hate This Spot
Im In, You Never Heard A Native Rapper Like Me
Started When My Mother Gave Birth To Me Back In Nineteen
Ninety Decemeber 7 I Remember Eleven
Like Yesterday But Now I Just Turned Eight Teen And Now I Make Green
Off Selling Cds At F*** ing 10 Dollars A Pop
Now People Holler To Cop, Poppin My Collar It Stopped
Just A While Ago, Now I Feel I Lost The Rush
Cause These f** b*** es Sayin Music Cost To Much
I Make Music For Me And Me Only
And Stop Tryna Front Like We Homies
Jus See Slowly That You Need No Need To Know Me Homie
Its Nothing, You Hate To See Me Not Try Anymore
Music Is My b*** , Yee Ima Try Anywhore
