Texty:
Through You Through Nose Or Mouth

not having it you're not the shaper You aim with precision for what you want in me I've got a different conviction the mold you want to fit isn't legitimate You

all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If you aint been a part of it at least you got to

Killing all these rappers you would swear I had a hit list Everyone who doubted me is asking for forgiveness If you ain't been a part of it at least you

you get it popping or get to popping 'em (Ya'meen) You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues You know New York is dying after all the shit we been through

Sedan Pull your mouth out till you can't finish a damn Ham sandwich or your canned spinach or Spam You gotta sip through a straw Shop lift through the

m from Oakland You fuck with us bitch, somethin' gettin' broken Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part Oakland motherfuckers'll break your heart Until you recognize game in your face You

Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list Everybody who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness If you ain't been a part of it, at least you

you 'Cuz you my nigga doc, and eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein' real wit you You see the truth is everybody

You will not be able to stay home, brother You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on skag And skip