excuse me while I put one last thread inside of your head as I'm pushing this needle through your eye lid instead I come from the gutter rearranging your ligaments No fear or remorse for anyone that's in this predicament I'm legitimate difficult to reconsider it I have hate and rage a disposition caged If I make it, I make it I don't, I don't But nothing can waver my eyes from my goals Whether mountains or molehills I'm climbing them both Ain't stopping when dead No, I'll try as a ghost I'm alive though I'mma keep the fight for survival Don't care about the votes What I'd like Is a title What's it like as an idol Someone hand me a mic I'll ignite on arrival stay tuned for the revival survival of the fittest I be chillin with the richest of richest where we get money minute to minute your done and I'm finished I've yet to relinquish my tygeristic flows throwing fists and elbows