[Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest Pencil is full of insolent bullets I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott' Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken I begin to spitting like vintage Pac, demented Demonic sinister, ever since the the Doc replenished me The day he gave me that shot when I was just 'bout to quit So to not see him with me would be a shocking image And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish Eat me brocoli, spinach, co*ky? Nope But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this And put emphasis on the "dope," so when names come up In that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it [Hook] Sometimes your goal is to just live a better life Oh, these days it's often to see someone wear a smile There is no time to cry Sometimes a goal is to live a better life Oh, these days you may need to wear a smile in order to survive [Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj] I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne Better watch the f**ing tone that you speak, feel like I'm in the zone I'm in a whole different league on my mothaf**in' own, it's just me No opponents can compete, and I've never been known to retreat From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat I'm still hungry as f**, but can't even say bon appetit Cause I don't know what to eat the microphone or the beat b**h, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown Cause I rhyme like I'm still trying to get signed, up in the senior show They screaming "Who the f** is you"? Never asked you like my sh** from the get I'd rather ask you to wipe my a**, b**h You had you a nice run, now take a hike If I ever meet my match, I'mma strike that b**h first Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers The real rappers get their mothaf**in' sk**s cracking Word to em' all, why the f** not? You don't like it? s** my co*k! [Hook] [Verse 3: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write Now I write the type of sh** to make you wipe But wear diapers cause you might leave a streak I'm on a streak windshield wipers couldn't wipe It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump into tonight Cause I'm hyper or something, needing someone or something is lighting This fire under me, it's breathing new life, it's like I already died once I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny My days of being broke was so long ago, I lost my concept of money But you dimes won't get a f**ing nickle from me Oh sh**, I'm down on one knee I'm having a stroke of genius, Elizabeth I'm coming to you, honey From boy to man, and still make a who*e moan like a thyroid gland No offense? Yes offense, precedents has been set that'll never get met Middle finger pressed against whoever don't like how I represent The senior show I hope you liked that sh** Got a whole generation of rappers coming up that are nutty with the flow But convince me you've heard or you'll never know [Hook x3] [Nalyd Ecitsuj] And then there was one