Verse One:
Some days I don't think I'm cut out for this rap shit
(Why's that?) Cuz I don't fit in this wack shit
You rap nigga?, so what ya shits corny
Rather watch paint dry and ya shit still bores me
I was nicer than you mid-morning, 3 days after my birth
And I ain't been signed yet, shit still irks me
Put I'm still performing, still working, skills lurking over the horizon
I know that I'm nice, I don't need the crowd behind me, that's why I dropped Verizon
At the end of my rope, tried to grab the game by it's throat
But now the shits behind me and I'm steady falling, crusing in 5th gear
Looking back at what was suppose to be a big year
Move to Cali with no fear, like I don't know no one here
When you got the strength of a giant, the heart of a lion
It's hard to find an equal to rely in
I'd be lying if I said I didn't trust easy, but fuck easy
I'm two steps away from success and my knucks bleeding
Cuz I've been knocking down this door too long
Singing the same melody, guess it's time for a new song
The game gets scared when you got ya nukes on
I'm 500 hundred degrees everybody else is lukewarm
Never scared walking through Hell's Kitchen with no shoes on
Trying to grab a slice of the devil's pie
Praying to God, cuz I saw my future in the devil's eyes and I don't know why

Hook:
Everywhere I go they like what happened?
Did you quit rapping?
You was suppose to get this shit cracking, what happened?
I ain't laughing, but what happened?

Verse Two:
Maybe I put my faith in the wrong shit
Or walked the plank with the wrong bitch
Don't take it personal, but now I'm sinking in deep water
How can you raise a man without that kids father?
Write a life story, without the real author?
Now I'm real bothered
Any MC diss me, I swear to God that I will slaughter
Ya kliq, yo bitch, you rich?, yo chips
Ya man, yo fam, ya fans, ya dog, ya rats all on wax
Don't get it twisted, this ain't gangsta rap
Only spit real nigga facts, where my real niggas at?
Nowadays you soft, you don't claim you a killah
Real recognize real, you don't look familar
I'm hungry, tell these MC's I will grill you
I spit fire, I'll burn ya city to ashes on Earth day
Say what you want, but it won't hurt me
Ain't shit you can think about me, that I haven't thought about myself
Them suicidal thoughts use to make my heart melt
Then death pulled my card, put it in her garter belt
Confused on the streets of destiny, like why the fuck life keep testing me?
Hip-Hop ain't dead it's sick and I'm the recipe
A breath of fresh air, yeah I gotta be
Yo CD was wack, don't blame the economy
But fuck sales, I wan't yall to honor me
Better yet, cut the check cuz honestly
I don't need Twitter to make yall follow me
Born leader, yall niggas garbage he can give ya girl sexual healing like Marvin G
But I ain't here to brag, fuck swag
Rap's wack and that's that, I'm back niggas

Hook:
Everywhere I go they like what happened?
Did you quit rapping?
You was suppose to get this shit cracking, what happened?
I ain't laughing, but what happened?