It started good, good drugs, Great Sex...
but you broke my heart, like being sprayed by Eight Techs...
One day your perfect, no lies, no schemes, but I've been known to
Flow Wise, So clean, but in a Matter Of Seconds, you drained my speechcraft...
like RPGS, an exploded heart, I ain't trynna Preach Rap, your to Far From Me...
After that, I See your Evil, you removed your Two Face Mask..
Do You Hate That? When I Spew, Aim Gats? Sell keys like a BlackSmith...
Kill people when I Pack Clips? At least I'm Honest, Smokin' Chronic..
Fuck women man, they Grow up on us, like Plants or Weed..
But my Plan to See all these Whack Emcees are making them look Stupid...
When I'm Blasting These, to make you get hit more then the drums in
Sample Beats.......
But you? You've always been a con, Admit it or Don't...
Always the type to be Hittin' The Dope, you Witnessed my Gropes..
Sayin' you always loved me? But you were gone, Quicker then Ghosts..
I'm juss a Nigga that Boasts, eatin' Niggas like Toast...
I'm referring back to Square One, before I Tear'd Up the Sheets of Paper..
My Lair's Guns, will put holes in you, so I can get a Piece of Hater..
Lightwork.