Lyrics:
didn't feel any isolation
Stay Sharp on point no hesitation now stop continuation
For The rest of this demonstration no fabrication from imagination
If you
gasoline and for destroying targets protected by thick armour plate.
The standard cartridge used by the AK-47 is the M-43,
Bullet weight one-two-two
the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
'Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper's persona's half a façade
worthy of my standards,
Just empty words eluding to illusions of grandeur,
Procrastination, hesitation, no ETc or final destination,
I went out driving
I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
for? We were each created to be individual standards, you know. And we're trying to fit into a standard? It doesn't make any sense, you know. So now I'm
Take stock of your time and ability
Make room for the noise on your page
Can't give enough, can't give enough
I'm the man with the means
to listen to this
Don't know by now that the point you have missed
Look what you've got
It's love that it's not
Don't care what they say, be king for
There's an arbiter
No one escapes
The standard we have for others will be our fate
I'll swallow down the words you serve me graciously
I've done this
Now I'm here to play, like mmm what you say
Every minute, every hour, every single day
Spending for the credit like their life is prepaid
I do what I
how it could be
Where do you draw the line on the standards between
Society and reality
How do you compare one's paradise
What's good for you could be
in the stu'
Got a call from my dog Q, for the G-Mix now let's groove
Pussy stock going up, I think it's all of these checks
I think it's cause you love
Cats get served, running up sliced
Every single night and that the way we keep it right
Like that fuckers... (YEAH)
I'm just trickin though,
to help me heal
But look at all the many positive things I've done for you the same, see just how I feel!
I try to explain my perspective from many points
I need an eight-figure deal, excluding the fucking taxes
Money for my people, including the fucking masses
Mind is still divided on keeping it for
a fine artist
That’s a really difficult
Profession to get into, to be respected in
To make money at maybe the goal
For some of the people was
Just to work
You could say I changed made necessary adjustments
Went leaping out the frame returned and cropped the cut quick
For lease you on the Range, I stayed
the calories
Of every single food that I eat
Is 180 pounds
Too much for a boy who's 18
War with the mirror
I seem to be losing
So much that I wanna
Change about
a contender, no, pretender, best surrender
My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra)
Yeah, we live and thorough
Assassinatin' every single
Easy peasy lemon squeezy fully auto get 2 crackin
Hit my fifi for them kiwis like what's poppin what's the status
Feel like K-Pop with the bump stock
straight hit's
I got great precision
Opened school for all you lame niggas
Let me take attendance
Made them boys step they game up
I done set the standard
down the road
Not a lot of time for fussin’, not a lot up for discussion
Let’s grab what we need and just go
Gonna leave the sadness and the pain
my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
AR-15 with collapsible stock
Picket [?] with a 3 point [?]
Wish
I walk around this planet unsatisfied with the life I have been given
Constantly wondering if my life is even worth living
Every single fuckin day
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