Blasphemy

I gave u a try but u turning ur back on me The truth i discovered so watch what u asking me i am so sick of your blasphemy I felt like a like a loser the way that u screwing my loyalty i spit on ya beat I need royalties I shit on your soul like some toiletries If I make the trip no avoiding me ya' Things never really add up too much pain to not be fucked up i got too much game to be always hemmed up if u come in my lane expect a mac truck bitch fuck yo feelings i always got back up ain't never reach ur sealing u never can catch up n u know how I been feeling im ready to fess up I been close to the edge im ready to mess up