P. Soul - IV. The Tragedy lyrics

[Verse 1] Slitter slatter, as i batter Pitter pattered myself, my wealth Till I realized nothing matters Phony n***as, that them used to called me Kony n***as Now want to be homie, where were you when I was lonely n***a Got depressed I guess Must confess in my quest To impress the rest to be the best For luck I'm rocking rettes Now I'm sadder than saturn, on a saturday SPILL SOUR PATCHES NOW ITS A MADDER DAY Ho ho take a peek atch yo lines Ketchum nurses in joy when i rhyme Some days I feel like zeuss My mind be so abstruse When it go on the loose Want to tell the world deuce Self admiration false sense of pride Why am i alive but i dont want to die Goodbye If you ain't got a goodvibe Unless you tell a good lie A goodvibe entitled like a good guy [Verse 2] Division of my vision get yo itching for yo b**hing Norco lynching then I'm snitching, take a hike cause I'm hitching Pretend they give a f** political p**no Dig at the beginning like they eating digorno f** potential n***a that's a possibility Don't base my capabilites on a probability Success in any crafts is always hypothetical Work before enjoy unless you talking alphabetical If I saw my greatness i too would be like how maine I just wanna chow on the janks like chow mein About to go in so I had to take the jacket off Final beat on the piece so I had to jack it off Gave kids they vision and wrote the prescription When I walk by say thanks because I'm giving Greatness recognize what the f** I brought in Eastvale God blessed you with the tragedy of Young Cotton