Me and baby rock, We got some crazy thoughts
Taking over the world, we got a shady plot
I'm hearing things even when there's not a sound
Why you wanna build an empire when you can knock one down
I wanna crush the game, You wonder how I write?
Mix in a little feeling and I add little touch of pain
Add a bit of liquor, Now I'm sticking up my middle finger
Whiskey in a flask and now my sh** is sicker
now lemme welcome you to a land with a weapon and mad men
Feel the pressure when you let up and trek in the bad lands
If you can't stand get up and set up as a damn fan
Do you get it when I said it any second's you're last chance
Ain't nobody ever lend me help
so I'ma give em hell, and I ain't begging for my sh** to sell
I was wicked the minute I came in different
if I wasn't I got on the winning side and I tipped the scale
you thinking I sold my soul but I told the devil nope
still trying to get you to buy my sh** like I'm selling dope
Still trying to pull you close you wanna feel alive
Like what you're copping can get you a year or 3 to 5.
I got a hold of the pain, Overloaded with hate
Slaying the tight jeans the moment I reign
Living lavish with bling, establishing the fabulous things
I can manage with the rap I just imagine I'm king
I can only dream of that, can you believe it's rap
Give you a shiver as soon as you hear the scream and gasp
Ah, You can pick me up from you found me
Or you can pass me the torch I got it and you can crown me
I deserve to be at the top and I'm bound to blame ya'll
You know I'm coming from the sound of the chainsaw
My brains raw, I've been kicking the same songs
Of the same calibre for years and now the blades off
Let us trade spots..
