[Chorus:]
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there's no place to go, no place to go
A lot of confusion, it's like illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try.
[Ver1:]
Yeah, OP I went from back filthy to filthy rich
Man the emotions change so I can never trust a b-tch
I tried to help n-ggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can s-ck a d-ck
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other sh-t
Cause I'm ain't writing anymore, they not making hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done heard
Im doing what im supposed to
Im a writer, im a fighter, entrepeneur
Fresh off the sewer, watch me manouver, what's it to you
The track I laced it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback in.
[Ver2:]
While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the f-cking sheds sharpening my machete
Sipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even
I think you f-ck-ng meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, m-therf-ck-r, it's only the beginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', f-ck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them b-tches plugged in me
Motherf-cking wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, m-therf-ck-rs in each
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally f-cking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your c-cks-ckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this sh-t
F-ck letting up, you're gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about the same
Motherf-ck everybody that's up in this b-tch, but 50!
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know sh-t would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
Sh-t, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I'm running in circles with.
[Ver3:]
I haven't been this f-ck-ng confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it 3 AM in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Tryna say the same classic, get your ass kicked
Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic
Pussy, now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic, it's sad it's
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it
This a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs
And every f-cking thing with it.
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