I ain't the social type!

Joey!

Nah mean!

I ain't with all the congregating!

Fuck niggas, hahaha!

It's, it's, it's that 0-9!

Hey yo I can't lie spent a few years trying to under stand why

When, how is it now I'm so anti

Face asked if you've ever seen a man cry

I think before that shit ain't even pan right

So I don't look at rap dudes like you fans might

Rude, its true excuse I got a slant eye

Regard its my security guard that's why

I'm walking around feeling like I can't die

Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (me)

And I'm chasing it (or) am I facing it

(Nigga) no past I'm erasing it

I'm an addict got a habitual habit and I don't avoid voids

Good at substitution replacing shit

I'm just trying to find my place with shit

Pacing quick I ain't go no patience with

Niggas dead can't speak they mind

What the fuck they got a mouth for

Me I'm so full of rage so used to being caged

I probably shouldn't be outdoors

Everybody so scared of the truth

Look in my eyes an stare at the truth

They doing interludes and every interview

Talking about there prepared to shoot (bom bom)

I'm thought fool I'm resort to getting near a booth

They awful what I do to them unlawful

Boss dude ain't got a high up to resort to

Just giving yourself a bad name

Yackidy yack the threats in fact is that lame

You can't tell that axe arranged

Think I'm wearing a bulls eye

Just all them cats got bad aim I'll explain

I'm past real they past phony

Ignore the personal an physical attacks on me

I remain cool relaxed homie

Brand new I ain't got a scratch on me

So what your squad gonna do

Lay a hand on me I'll lay a hollow on you

Change hands stab his pockets run his wallet on thru

Every club in new york nigga bottles on you

Better tell them what reluctance is

I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances

Soon as he thru I'll show him what substance is

Know I'm nicer when I'm toasted I'm only rubbing it in (nigga)

You got beat up ignored in school

Signed a deal niggas thought you was cool

Only take one goner to slaughter your crew (slaughterhouse)

If your resume got deaded today they'd call you a fool (how bout that)

All them years rapping nothing else happening

You need a new day to day

Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid

Gasping timeout take a break from the play or grab a gatorade

Bad contract team can't make a trade

Majors fucking you in the ass you gonna stay a slave

Five-nine in my ear saying hey behave

But shit is fucked up and I blame it on the way it was paved

I chill for the sake of your age

You great live but let me know when that stage get appraised

All in raising the stakes

Swear you and your label should prayeth

Thank god I was placed in this decade by mistake

I don't belong here dad fucked mom in the wrong year

Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears

Wrong advancing funny sounds every songs weird

Wrong fashion its like everybody's gone queer

Be clear I ain't here to be fronting

You can dislike me I ain't here to pretend

Run but you can't hide I can't lie

Told niggas in the first two bars I was anti

Oh!

Leave me running!

Joey!

No wonder, wheres an escape route when you need it?

Talk to 'em!