Never fold, in bad times, I let it go
Inventory check, the bad ties, I sever those
Internally, I've been to some places that you could never go
Been to Hell, the devil is someone that you should get to know
Gotta know the enemy
Even on my good days, I polish up my memory
Never getting easily distracted by amenities
Really thought you niggas could stop me, this what I'm meant to be
Revenge of the clones, I'm hoping y'all got a check for me
Remember who you trying to emulate when you step to me
Used to give a fuck, but lately I got no empathy
If you ain't authentic, you basically just a PFP
Not even human, so really it's like you dead to me
Never was alive, I'm not having fun at all with shrinking you down to size
But I got my hands tied, somebody must do the job
I do it for the culture, aiming straight at the roaches
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
