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I've waited eleven years, still haven't made it clear If this a one-on-one, there ain't no way that you'll make it here My Rollie stops tickin' to seeing my Mom cry are probably two of my greatest fears I got a couple DMs that's callin' me "God", a couple others say I wanna be it But I ain't shit except a motherfucker that's writing some songs So I don't know where they got the idea 'Cause all I wanna see is the blood stains withering Fuck the fame, I'm truly blessed One name that you'll respect is one name less than that Wrong game, test the facts, love, pain, the rest of that Blood and stuff inside me, but I promise it won't get to that I swear to God, I'll tear a rat motherfucker to pieces I'll show you cap motherfuckers to Jesus Shit, these hands do anybody, don't give a fuck 'bout the name or the weight that you carry, just know I ain't wantin' no feature And I don't need no fuckin' write-up, it's a bullshit mag Why? I came out spent, got respect and that's that I got their necks on the floor, I got my checks in the bag I ain't showin' remorse, there's nothing left I can ask Four diamonds on me like I'm Dallas Page You think it's fun? Let's get them out the game A couple mouths to feed, a couple bound to take up any charge for me So I don't doubt they faith in what I got going on And y'all shouldn't go so long without me, no So listen to me, no, really listen Have you ever been affected by heroin? Or the chair you're gonna position when you take as a leap of faith, are you scared to sin and watch it? Songtexte'Cause you're own self-conscious, feels like a mosh pit and you can't take it You can't fake it, and you can't breathe and you can't face it Is it your fault, 'cause you couldn't tell you were too young, that you couldn't tell me, was it your fault? Every one of my feelings wore off, now I barely got no fear in this world at all 'Cause in this world no one got my back except me I expect everyone to like, accept me I don't think I should ask to respect me I don't think I should have any problems if half of you let me, if half of you let me Go my own way, right here up on stage This 9:36 and tonight I dug out my own grave As soon as I got here, man up and drop fear If I don't make it past when this shit drops at least that I got here At least that I got here, fuck They stamp on an X and get over us Our backs to the wall they don't fucking know We came here to kill you, ain't holding us Look dead in our eyes and they know it's us They stamp on an X and get over us Our backs to the wall they don't fucking know We came here to kill you, ain't holding us Look dead in our eyes and they know it's us Aus Songtexte Mania