uh un
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
C’mon…
Uh…
Yeah…
come on
Aye yo, it’s my life…
My time…
My rights…
My rhymes…
My grime…
My struggle, hustle, sweat and my blood too…
My predator smells fear, and I smell a lot…
My competitors fled scared, ’cause they smelt I was hot…
I want it all…
In excess, the sex, and much success…
Stress sucks, I want it all, no less…
So, come on…