[Verse 1] Left my beta house, this is it, I'm getting dropped at all See my fault in all the shit, me and crew, all day we ball Got no time to waste for stupid study, party all the nights Raped a pregnant hooker, had a threesome, that's my fucking life Still a biter, still a lazy fuck who makes another rhyme Keep on talking 'bout the shit I made, one day I make it right Wake up in a scraper of the sky, the floor is 99 See my CD in the Mart the K, the sales are getting high Recognition that I got on study is hard to underrate I released my shit in winter, didn't get a lot of hate Bars and beats, they understood the meaning of my fucking words Heard my sounds from the lab, don't consider me a nerd Do not think I give it up, that was completely my decision I'm leaving place that let me spend a year in it, get recognition Round 2 is coming, got some brains, I ain't gonna fall But then I felt an empty space in me, I'm happy? Not at all
[Hook] I'm tired of being a role model for new generation They say I have to calm down, I think I lost my patience You never understood my craft, this is my re-ply: The better part of me is dead, here comes the bad guy I blow your brains out of your head, don't interrupt me You called me a Tyler Burden, I made you feel weak And every time you sharp a knife and stab me in the back You make an empty space in me, I hope you feel bad
[Verse 2] I used to know a girl, we used to be together but A little bit later I suffered a kind of heart attack Because our partnership has ended, a couple fucks for dance The party's over, she forgot me later, made me mad A couple months I recognized that this girl Is dating with my homie, yeah, it's me against the world? Okay, you wrong, I didn't give a fuck, I never cared I always was a shoulder to cry on, I fucking swear And when they broke up you know what I felt? The justice made it I never thought I had to bring her back, fuck all the haters They used to call me Billy Maplewood, but I was happy Until the day we broke it up, and you should understand me I came to game of rap with good intentions, I was crazy Had some potential and plans for life the whole, but little bit later The rap became a burden for me, things were getting worse And then I thought \"What if my gift is just a kind of curse? What if I gotta give it up and let it down for life? Nah, what the fuck I'm thinking 'bout? Give me a pen and knife!\" I found that trials and tribulations always made me strong I often think about this shit, but what if was wrong?