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]