Got the weight of my team on my shoulders
Stones in my watch rock like boulders
Grave on my neck, this s**t no one's
Baby boy, I feel like Jodi
Easy come, easy go
My inbox full of centerfolds
My insides full of chemicals
Killed the show, burn the venue up
Had your shot, but you missed this s**t
Better made off of Michigan
Soon as I let them broke the bond out they hit me to fix this s**t
Reminisce on my innocence
Basement boy really kick this s**t
Gave my love and my energy to two-faces that ain't no s**t
Bet they living with they momma
But me and mine bought some commas
Ima cop a jet just to bomb em
And drop a tape the next morning
When you die ain't no one mourning
Wrote this at 2 in the morning
I roll up 3 now i'm yawning
I pour anthrax in your soda
Ay lap it up, b***h get to leaning
Bag 'em up, see we them demons
Add it up, that's 10 years deep
Realtree, so they yet to see me
Overlapping your boy and pass him
They get cash, but ain't got the passion
Anytime I see a soda can like, "remember we used to scrap em?"
