It's kind of hard for me to tell you I'm the best you ever heard
But I know you not going to catch every word
But that's my fault
I talk fast, so I'm apologizing now
If you don't see the sh** I'm saying stupid, you can write it down
I've been doing this for years, trying to maintain
I feel like I'm living to die, but I'm dying to change
A lot of women, a lot of magazines, I lie on the train
But I'm the truth, with a li/lie in my name
Y'all don't get it
My grammar is bad, I curse a lot my grandma is mad
And she cursed when she was having my dad
Maybe that's why he came out a dead beat
And I can rock dead beats and make 'em sound like dance hall
I don't understand y'all
Everyone's a rapper this year, k**ing my ear
My niece does beats, my moms raps while wrapping her hair
And me?
I live this sh**, it gets in my head
I used to flow in my sleep but I kept wetting my bed
Don't let me get fed, I got the Art Of War inside my arteries
It's part of me, with a small 'Pac influence, please pardon me
No nine in my waistline, still my side burns
I keep my voice close to your ear like a side burn
I'm so sick on tracks that my insides turn
Done stupid sh** before and you would swear that I've learned
Nope
S.T.I
Huh
The Present
[DJ Rhettmatic scratches]