No Spare Feelings
Feeling like Mike did when his pops passed
Or Pac died or when big left
Thats why I grind and i hustle til ain't shit left
Got a defense mechanism can't let the shit rest
Wooo
Boy if grandma could see the kid
She'll say that nigga moving like Felicia did
Just a tad paranoid
Can feel the reaper kiss
Only the ones closest to him know how deep it gets
Yeah i won a trophy
It aint birth a check
Still feeling pain
While flirting with Percocets
That henny ain't working
I'm questioning is it worth it yet
Do I stand a chance inside this imperfect flesh
Should i say fuck it
Quit and throw my hand
Tired of going under while quietly trying to overstand
Why i gotta lose a bunch just to win once
Just to sum it up its been a rough 10 months
Fell off but I'm back better
One goal thats stack cheddar
Want it all I'm that clever
Am i ever going back
Never
Put it on my mama
Dodging all that drama
Ima leave a nigga in trauma
If he interfere with my commas
Facts
So I'm on it till the bread stop doing anything for the fam salute to ledroc
At the rate I'm going you gotta give me head shot
Kill you?
You heard what i said doc
So don't get confused with it
Don't think I'm losing it
These bars won't kill you
But shit you'll bruse a bit
Feeling like Jesus
Minus the crucifix
Better speak up when they asking you who's the shit?
I'm speaking candidly
Never extend your hand to me
On that Fu shit like
"Like what you been on family"
I am not concern
Fuck who you plan to be
I swear I'm on the brink of insanity
Gotdamn it see
The more I run
The more they chase
Im feel winded
I'm still in it
Bottom of the 9th inning
43rd runs throgh my veins so I'm represent it
The lesson given
Always capture the F'n spinach
Lets rewind it
Loyalty let's define it
Constantly I'm reminded
Theres a reason I'm shining
Bet it up
I'm colder than any unfriendly climate
At the bottom vigorously climbing
Its bigger than rhyming
I'm on it nigga
Anybody that want it is a
Candidate for a tombstone
Tell mama them Goons home
Call a doctor
Cause I'm here to shock ya
I'ma do ya proper
On Hoover I ca'
Make a tool to blocka
Bang
Yeah make a tool go blocka
Bang bang
Or Pac died or when big left
Thats why I grind and i hustle til ain't shit left
Got a defense mechanism can't let the shit rest
Wooo
Boy if grandma could see the kid
She'll say that nigga moving like Felicia did
Just a tad paranoid
Can feel the reaper kiss
Only the ones closest to him know how deep it gets
Yeah i won a trophy
It aint birth a check
Still feeling pain
While flirting with Percocets
That henny ain't working
I'm questioning is it worth it yet
Do I stand a chance inside this imperfect flesh
Should i say fuck it
Quit and throw my hand
Tired of going under while quietly trying to overstand
Why i gotta lose a bunch just to win once
Just to sum it up its been a rough 10 months
Fell off but I'm back better
One goal thats stack cheddar
Want it all I'm that clever
Am i ever going back
Never
Put it on my mama
Dodging all that drama
Ima leave a nigga in trauma
If he interfere with my commas
Facts
So I'm on it till the bread stop doing anything for the fam salute to ledroc
At the rate I'm going you gotta give me head shot
Kill you?
You heard what i said doc
So don't get confused with it
Don't think I'm losing it
These bars won't kill you
But shit you'll bruse a bit
Feeling like Jesus
Minus the crucifix
Better speak up when they asking you who's the shit?
I'm speaking candidly
Never extend your hand to me
On that Fu shit like
"Like what you been on family"
I am not concern
Fuck who you plan to be
I swear I'm on the brink of insanity
Gotdamn it see
The more I run
The more they chase
Im feel winded
I'm still in it
Bottom of the 9th inning
43rd runs throgh my veins so I'm represent it
The lesson given
Always capture the F'n spinach
Lets rewind it
Loyalty let's define it
Constantly I'm reminded
Theres a reason I'm shining
Bet it up
I'm colder than any unfriendly climate
At the bottom vigorously climbing
Its bigger than rhyming
I'm on it nigga
Anybody that want it is a
Candidate for a tombstone
Tell mama them Goons home
Call a doctor
Cause I'm here to shock ya
I'ma do ya proper
On Hoover I ca'
Make a tool to blocka
Bang
Yeah make a tool go blocka
Bang bang
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Writer(s): Joseph Starks
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