hey em you know you my favorite white boy right??
hahaaah
i owe you for this one
i been patiently waitin for a track to explode on (yeah)
you can stunn if you want and yo ass‘ll get rolled on (its 50)
it feels like my flow‘s been hot for so long (yeah)
if you thinkin ima fuckin fall off you so wrong (its 50)
i been pacin in my head
like a baby born dead
destination heaven
sittin poli-tical passengers from 911
the lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined
shit i aint even got to try to shine
gods to seamstress the tailor fitted my pane
i got scriptures in my brain
i can spit at yo dame
straight out the good
fuck, look niggas is shook
50 fear no man
warrior, swing swords like conan
picture me, pen in hand write lines
knowin The Source will quote it
when i die
they‘ll read this and say a genius wrote it
i grew up without my pops
should that make me bitter?
i caught cases i copped out, does that mak