On Some Other Shit

someone calling truth on some other shit someone calling lies on some other shit someone wasting your time on some other shit someone infected your mind on some other shit put words on paper and do that tricky shit give em hell on earth avoid the klinka dink i must be a monster or some kind of freak because whenever people see me i see them run across the street u probably dont care youre probably too scared I'd probably share but you don't dare understand i love my fans blow an ounce in minute spend and hour on the gram keep low get dough and represent don't go from where some learned to repent we never going to finish if they start it then they going out of business i roll with a bunch that get more from a hunch than yall do working all day and we don't even get a lunch im addicted to putting my life on tracks because wack emcees are an epidemic like smoking crack it's not the government it's our government been taken over by someone calling truth on some other shit someone calling lies on some other shit someone wasting your time on some other shit someone infecting your mind on some other shit yall don't see the petulance sitting in your own shit we don't get your references to get your attention there's a lot of money spent I'm all in your head like I'm paying rent you need to get a new system why's shit always coming up missing a warrior for what the lord has in store players play telling God the final score the war isnt condensed to the weekend on the mic never sleeping am i still tweaking from the methfedamene only as deep as stereotypes get a better meaning i switch my cups to get a better lean in