hardcore

i'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

well bitch you better run cause this gun i got will overrun you and

i don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

see the devil in me, it's essential in this rap game that you got potential

and that you're a little mental and you can't be fucking gentle or

else you'll be locked in a kennel, you got to know your limits or

else you'll be gone at new dawn withdrawn from life cause you think

you're the don, go up to carlcee and tell him shit, see if he doesn't fuck

you up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

you'll get a sickness that affects your head, be fucking vicious who you're

spiting on, don't give him a hand, fuck him he doesn't got what you got

let him rot, trod on his yacht that's the plot give him a fucking blood clot

nonstop he's just a flop who bought himself into this shit, while you're hot

don't drop it don't stop it just flow like you've been taught to do

i'm just so sick of this shit these motherfuckers put on a nigga,

fuck the haters i don't hear em' they think there dictators but

were fucking alligators, there just traitors while were innovators

were educators and indicators that you don't want to fuck with us

cause' you'll be put on a bus going straight to hell, oh yeah does that shit

ring a bell, it better cause bitch i'll wear a hater like a sweater