Write For Myself

I was writing music for other people instead of writing it for myself

Steady asking people for some help

Lord knows how the fuck I felt

My past flows drew mad foes

They was just mad they couldn't match my hoe

See a nigga and they feeling poor

Prolly cause they never left that door

I walked out when I was fifteen

First job at sixteen

Became a man by seventeen

Though I'm still young looking for a dream

My family thought I had fucked up

When I got the money say I lucked up

But not one of them niggas wanna clutch up

I'm too original to hold my nuts up

 

My family thought I had fucked up

When I got the money say I lucked up

But not one of them niggas wanna clutch up

I'm too original to hold my nuts up

 

I'm a motherfucking icon

 

Oh I can be logo? No, fuck that shit

I went straight in with no publicist

Doubt you fuck niggas wanna fuck with this

I'm hella doubted and I'm hella hated

Still running through it like the fucking matrix

I'm not a kid cause I hate tricks

So no clowns allowed, or no fake ticks

Cause I hate a motherfucking blood sucker

I should be a blood, keep my blood brothers

But I'm too tested

Might get too arrested

Gotta keep a promise so I can't join infested

I am aggressive I'm so relentless, better pray to god for yo soul and spirit

What you gonna do when I come and kill it

I'm the grim reaper no pun intended

 

I am aggressive I'm so relentless, better pray to god for yo soul and spirit

What you gonna do when I come and kill it

I'm the grim reaper no pun intended

 

My family thought I had fucked up

When I got the money say I lucked up

But not one of them niggas wanna clutch up

I'm too original to hold my nuts up

I am aggressive I'm so relentless, better pray to god for yo soul and spirit

What you gonna do when I come and kill it

I'm the grim reaper no pun intended

My family thought I had fucked up

When I got the money say I lucked up

But not one of them niggas wanna clutch up

I'm too original to hold my nuts up

I am aggressive I'm so relentless, better pray to god for yo soul and spirit

What you gonna do when I come and kill it

I'm the grim reaper no pun intended

 

Should I really kill it, well thats so dependent

How the fuck the feel about the shit mentioned

Just to get it cross I had to cuss a lot

So yea you damn right I'm Sir Bust a Lot

I give a fuck about critic

Criticizing lyrics

They can suck a dick

I'm on the mic, (spit it)

Spit it in a minute

Scriptures all in it

Spit it no limit

Done with this shit finish