this pain pay the billz

this pain pay the billz the simple shit dont feel the same you dont have say my name to get me killing like candy mane it aint the fame its a fact that I cant be contained Aim god i stay shootin dem double shots to brain old ways dont feel same let it burn throw in the remains these niggas lacking gains old slaves with them new chains scared to fly private all they know is paper planes ginsu ginsu chopping down every rapper that put is name on the menu its a revolution im new raps evolution let me continue this arp on some shit it ripped right thru tissue shoulder blades back bones and artery this shit turned into murder beef so why would start with me