Lyrics
Never folding, bad times, I let it go
Inventory, take the bad times, I severed those
Internally, I've been in some places that you could never go
Been a hell, the devil is someone that you should get to know
Gotta know the enemy
Even on my good days, I polish up my memory
Never getting easily distracted by amenities
Really thought you niggas could stop me, that's what I meant to be
Revenge of the Clones, I'm hoping I gotta check for me
Remember who you trying to emulate when you stepped at me
Used to give a fuck but lately I got no empathy
If you ain't authentic, you basically just a P-F-P
Not even human so really it's like you dead to me
Never was alive, I'm not having fun at all
But shrinking you down the sides
But I got my hands tied, somebody must do the job
I do it for the coach, I aiming straight at the roaches