[Verse]
I was crowded, now I feel like my a** in a desert
There is no backstabbing and a**-kissing in my present
It's all honest; tell me a reason why I should lie to you
If we can't get by with the truth, then I'd say "Bye" to you
Look for another a** f*ggot that gon cry for you
It's not my style, get a phlegmatic you could compile it to
I got a good heart don't get me wrong I can listen too
Problem is you tell me some sh**, (that) I ain't wanna listen to
It's a pitty 'cause I do share your interests, but fair enough
There is a high-up border in my mind about private stuff
And it's not that you told me it's even worse (that) you did it
The addressed motherf**ers know what's up I'm not a critic
No playing nice, homey we could do the sh** anyways
But I'm on probation so no imprudent sh** anyways
Everything is thought out I just relax and sit back
I don't need to talk about sh** 'cause I just spit raps. What's that?
[Verse]
I wonder where the valve would've been if I wasn't a rapper
If I didn't write, where would I process all the disaster?
All the data in my mind, best I put it to a rhyme
It's secretly hidden anyways; you don't listen to the lines
If you listen to my album from front to back, motherf**ers 'could front to act
Everything you've taken from me (now) I want it back
So once and for all listen to what I'm saying
'cause the best way to hurt you is psychological pain
I know you think I overreact because we are friends
But no matter what, your missing innocence is the quintessence
And if it's not about drama it's all about cash
Take your 3 figure amounts and shove em right up your a**
Please don't even ask, dog I came back from the dead
Write a book about quantum physics I'm rapping instead
'cause everything you said, was foretold, Quantum leap barcodes,
Untold truth I stay unsold, what you call it?