Fearless
Why cats be swearing they nice with them average raps
My flows as hard as the head on a cabbage patch
Now all of sudden niggaz is like Yo mag could rap
Man I been doing this since u sat on ur daddys lap
Since back in 93 I went off on a rhyming spree
To running with niggaz hustling Cain the grind was free
I was around it but didn't kno where that life could lead
Those were the times i was living to rap too blind to see
At any moment we could've got pulled over and locked
Drinking henny and E & J there was no ciroc
Getting high 4 deep in a toyota
Knowing what's in the car had me shook when police rolled up
I guess it's part of the rush till ur hands are cuffed
Doing bids in a cell to show u was man enough
Nobody wants to lose life over that foolish pride
They would tell u themselves if they wasn't doing time
When will you start learning from others mistakes
There's only so much pain that those mothers could take
Ya killing kids need donations to cover the wake
Like a single parent don't got enough on their plate
Feeding off crumbs as we look at them stuffing their face
Cops are killing us and judges just dumping the case
Now how am I supposed to just sit and relax
When in reality u should get this clip in ur back
As we watch em take shots like if we fouled you
Killin over cash While the dollar loses its value
Why don't u think about that now what's ur life worth
I ain't worried bout rappers they just sum light work
My main focus is to inform this new generation
Lets come together as one there's too much separation
I see ya got heart and that ur fearless b
But when it comes to changing the way you think where's your dedication
For those who slept on me in the grave your bed is waitin
Like you too cool to show love to me that's jealous hatin
Get on my level yea right there's too much elevation
I can't keep up with myself this is a revelation
Writing these thoughts for me it's sum sort of meditation
Could bring a spirit back to its flesh let the dead awaken
With this rap I'm a skitzo without his medication
Send me to hell and I'm coming back with the head of satan
My flows as hard as the head on a cabbage patch
Now all of sudden niggaz is like Yo mag could rap
Man I been doing this since u sat on ur daddys lap
Since back in 93 I went off on a rhyming spree
To running with niggaz hustling Cain the grind was free
I was around it but didn't kno where that life could lead
Those were the times i was living to rap too blind to see
At any moment we could've got pulled over and locked
Drinking henny and E & J there was no ciroc
Getting high 4 deep in a toyota
Knowing what's in the car had me shook when police rolled up
I guess it's part of the rush till ur hands are cuffed
Doing bids in a cell to show u was man enough
Nobody wants to lose life over that foolish pride
They would tell u themselves if they wasn't doing time
When will you start learning from others mistakes
There's only so much pain that those mothers could take
Ya killing kids need donations to cover the wake
Like a single parent don't got enough on their plate
Feeding off crumbs as we look at them stuffing their face
Cops are killing us and judges just dumping the case
Now how am I supposed to just sit and relax
When in reality u should get this clip in ur back
As we watch em take shots like if we fouled you
Killin over cash While the dollar loses its value
Why don't u think about that now what's ur life worth
I ain't worried bout rappers they just sum light work
My main focus is to inform this new generation
Lets come together as one there's too much separation
I see ya got heart and that ur fearless b
But when it comes to changing the way you think where's your dedication
For those who slept on me in the grave your bed is waitin
Like you too cool to show love to me that's jealous hatin
Get on my level yea right there's too much elevation
I can't keep up with myself this is a revelation
Writing these thoughts for me it's sum sort of meditation
Could bring a spirit back to its flesh let the dead awaken
With this rap I'm a skitzo without his medication
Send me to hell and I'm coming back with the head of satan
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Writer(s): Govmag
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