No punching in, no pauses.
Just gonna go straight through.
They say to take it seriously,
but seriously I don't give a *.
I rap and I paint and I stay rolling once.
Never front, never listen.
When they tell me not to kick it,
they can suck a * dick
and I don't need to be forgiven.
This is how I'm living.
I don't tell secrets.
I don't sugarcoat,
cause sugar won't make me feel better.
It just adds to the layers that's preventing me from being myself.
I stick to salt cause it's lethal to my health
and act like I don't care cause I don't.
But when I'm home alone,
coming down,
that's when I won't.
Admit that this is me,
playing the sneaky referee.
The type of person I used to look down on.
How could this be me?
And act like I don't care cause I don't.
But when I'm home alone,
coming down,
that's when I won't.
Admit that this is me,
the type of person I used to look down on.
How could this be me?
Well * it,
I guess that's life and I just might
take a knife and watch my blood flow.
Yes, you know, let it go.
Be at peace,
be deceased,
be released,
be where I wanna be and not here.
Yes, please.
Now I know I'm growing older,
but I'm not growing up.
I'm inspired by the struggle and the trouble and the cuts.
So I stay on the walls and I keep writing raps and
I stay getting hated on no matter where I'm at.
Put it down,
bitch,
I be putting up graffiti on the females
in CA. They wanna motherfucking beat me,
wanna see me in my shows.
Wanna kick it,
wanna snitch and blow and y'all already know how I roll.
Listening to all my flows and I love
you so much I couldn't even explain.
Used to think I was alone,
so much * in my brain.
But now I know we're together like a family.
I'm not a role model,
but I have to do this insanity and
act like I don't care cause I don't.
But when I'm home alone,
coming down,
that's when I won't admit that this is me.
Playing the secret referee,
the type of person I used to look down on.
How could this be me?
And act like I don't care cause I don't.
But when I'm home alone,
coming down,
that's when I won't admit that this is me.
The type of person I used to look down on.
Now how could this be me?
Well * it,
I guess that's life and I just might
take a knife and watch my blood flow.
Yes, you know, let it go.
Be at peace,
be deceased,
be released,
be where I wanna be.
You're not here, yes please.
Lighting up the beats,
2011,
I'm sitting upside * down.
Bitch.
Reverie loca, not reverie love, no.
Reverie loca, yes.
Pin up girls,
kills.
Shout outs to the force.
La fuerza, kills.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch.
You're the * bitch.
Bitch.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.
I will * you up
so
* bad.
So * bad, like
so * easy.
Like the worst ass beating you've ever gotten.
Just remember that, next time you *.
Getting great, cause it's not.
You * stupid ass bitch.
Ah!
This
is my * CD.
Not yours.
So stop telling me what to do on it.
Stop telling me what you don't wanna hear on it,
cause I don't give a *.
I never did.
I'm never going to.
So you can keep your opinions to yourself.
I'm gonna keep * cussing,
cause I * love to * cuss.
And I don't give a * if that's gonna *
prevent me from * going mainstream,
cause
I * hate * mainstream.
Jordan,
you have to stop now.
Cause you're screaming.
Huh?
You need to go home, because you're screaming.
You need to go home.
That's it.
Alright.
And it's a wrap.