So good things come to those who wait. Sure, I've waited about pop pop pop pop that four cousins shot. Ive got grudges lets discuss it. My music needs to touchups, I got a long record of ⊂⊃ups. Trust me. You don't know a past as weird as mine or a life as hard as mine. I have to hussle. Chile, sell ⊂⊃, grind, whatever you wanna call it's just fine but just listen. And don't prejudge. I don't want anyone dismissing me as another thug or some ⊂⊃ like that. No sir. If I fall I will get right back. I got circumstances but let me stop dancing around the issue and tell you straight forward I'm poor. A refugee, been in prison, survived a war. I come from the most dangerous city in this universe. You're likely to get shot a birth.
So how can rap quench my thirst, I don't even have verses no more, I have jerkin off punks with lip-glosses and purses, I don't see no body operation anymore I see nurses, ⊂⊃ that. I'm gonna stay alive, I'd going to rather do a searchby.
And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me, mo'⊂⊃ers don't get it.
Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, I used to be public enemy don't forget it.
And if rap gets jealous, cuz I rock heavy, it don't worry me mo'⊂⊃ers don't get it
Yo if rap gets jealous, cuz of where I'm headed, aggression, obsession, with pain never gain.