[Intro]
Enter (Enter)
Why
Do I give so much to those who don't know what it takes to be I?
It takes so much focus, but they say this lotus I grew should just die
Why do I read? My art is starting to bleed and receding, it's a lie
Even though I'm woke up, this so sucks, how 'bout my throat cut?
(Chyeah)
[Verse 1]
Just a thought, excuse me while I get this off
Tech is lost, read this then accepted naught
Gave the game this, twenty years of Strange shit
And I still retain this sick language I came with (Chyeah)
Tech has fallen, bitch, shut up (Shut up)
Death is callin', nigga, what up? (What up?)
Your text is causin' me to nut up
Crawlin' in the gutter, I'm coughin' my blood up (Rah)
What if you found out you made me? (Chyeah)
'Cause critics were drivin' me crazy (Chyeah)
This kinda thing shouldn't phase me
But it could be easier D-E-A-D (Chyeah)
Easier for me, though
To another dimension and place we go
When I smother and weaken a Yates' ego
I'ma taste blood when I'd rather taste a Cheeto or burrito
Life can be testing to stop in a hurry (Chyeah)
I'd be investing in stock then the jewelry (Chyeah)
Gives you the effing, not what you expecting
When I chew a section, you cop and you bury (Chyeah)
I'd suppose I'd die for those to buy the old
And get the newer shit to fly the throw
I give 'em cooler hits that I compose
Why the code dissin' me? Can't deny the flows
All the naysayin' won't tempt me (Chyeah)
And I ain't never been wimpy
But it's a thought when my tank is low and just about empty
Enter (Enter)
Why
Do I give so much to those who don't know what it takes to be I?
It takes so much focus, but they say this lotus I grew should just die
Why do I read? My art is starting to bleed and receding, it's a lie
Even though I'm woke up, this so sucks, how 'bout my throat cut?
(Chyeah)
[Verse 1]
Just a thought, excuse me while I get this off
Tech is lost, read this then accepted naught
Gave the game this, twenty years of Strange shit
And I still retain this sick language I came with (Chyeah)
Tech has fallen, bitch, shut up (Shut up)
Death is callin', nigga, what up? (What up?)
Your text is causin' me to nut up
Crawlin' in the gutter, I'm coughin' my blood up (Rah)
What if you found out you made me? (Chyeah)
'Cause critics were drivin' me crazy (Chyeah)
This kinda thing shouldn't phase me
But it could be easier D-E-A-D (Chyeah)
Easier for me, though
To another dimension and place we go
When I smother and weaken a Yates' ego
I'ma taste blood when I'd rather taste a Cheeto or burrito
Life can be testing to stop in a hurry (Chyeah)
I'd be investing in stock then the jewelry (Chyeah)
Gives you the effing, not what you expecting
When I chew a section, you cop and you bury (Chyeah)
I'd suppose I'd die for those to buy the old
And get the newer shit to fly the throw
I give 'em cooler hits that I compose
Why the code dissin' me? Can't deny the flows
All the naysayin' won't tempt me (Chyeah)
And I ain't never been wimpy
But it's a thought when my tank is low and just about empty
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