Letras
Yeah, back in the ville all my niggas fought for they meal
Yeah, tired of the the ville all these niggas had to write for real
All these hoes had to type to kill
Time
And had people trying to lose they
Mind
Type
Yup Stranger to the game
James
Never been a stranger of the name
A nigga coming home again
Never wanted to leave but I have to fight my sins
Never meant to be the person I wanna see
But I'm about to be the person that I wanna be
Rap
Stranger to that
Couldn't rap a word but I can rap could spit on the track
Miss the days where I only rapped for the feeling
Sometimes I only rapped cuz I thought I was bleeding
But now the feelings mutual like cutting cubicles
And sitting down and writing shit is becoming therapeutic
Nothing to it
I just think of mind over matter
I think of the only real shit that matters
I'm gonna blow this shit up
Like I'm on the towers
Like I'm Steve Jobs
I can give you the power
24hrs is all I need
To convince you of everything I want to be
Eh, skeletons out my closet I put my suit on
Taking off the extra layer of skin
Like a slow song
I rap on this beat moving to the sound off my feet I concinve
Off the heat
You thought you was running the same heat that ya girl was running in
Now you gonna have to go and steal her friend
Then we go and run this same cycle again
It never gets old to you people
The lying the stealing the killing and persecution of character
But everyone think they rarer
Rarer then the fake ice that you rocking
And rarer then the shit you talking