By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em’ skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king… This rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till’ it kills me I swear to god I’ll be the fucking illest in this music There is or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up The only thing I ever gave up is using. No more excuses. Excuse me if my head is too big for this building And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks I love it when I tell em shove it Cause it wasn’t that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, flustered Cuz he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it Wasn’t cause he had buzzards circle around his head Waiting for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls As if this aint some bullshit People don’t usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in Just to get to this place Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage And let it be known from this day forward I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength So let em bic’s raise cause I came with 5’9? but I feel like I’m 6’8?