Faker, Hater, and Non-Player (MV...

You spit rhymes without reason, i spit cuz others don't vouch sympathy

you think your getting at me, you have no clue what i been about lately,

your comparing me to Anto B, really...i don't care if you don't believe my life story

but i would think you might show me, just the slightest bit of hype for me,

at least some aspect that might get me back on my feet, music's the only way i stay openly

cuz i got sick of being low-key with my tragedies, and this punk's after me

just because i got trust for my thoughts and faith that they can be more than anger in me.

You rap because its simply just fun to spit, but to me its more than that its something

that keeps my chin up with dignity runnin' up my arteries, shoulders shrugging

cuz i got confidence to fight whats in front of me instead of floating away in this flooding

of water made of my blood that spilled on top this board, thats why I'm on this keyboard 'n

gripping pens to these trees instead of the pieces my so called peeps guaranteed i needed

if i wanted be a figure in the center of Kenner City, now look at me

it cursed me for eternity, i still dream of JJ 'n the twins that went missing on me

introducing me to whole new universe that was right next door to me,

but i can easily just step forward and I'm back where i should be...no used to be.

And then i find out my dad's on low-key taking out loans for me,

my cousins in the penitentiary for over twenty pounds of weed

straight from the heat of the OG's back in Cali, so punk you still mad at me

just because i said a few facts bout the "Almighty" pussy bitch MV,

just keep blabbering things bout me you might just see my guerrilla teams

but no one has respect for Chief, thats why I still keep my finger up with what the gesture brings

but no respect to the unfamiliar king kid, just stay high on ya feet, i mean Heelys.

 

Keep my name off ya shit...