Over my dead body
Niggas said i wouldn′t make it
All i said was prolly
I started losin' who i was
So i got off the Molly
I fight my demons everyday Naruto Uzumaki
When you don′t know yaself it makes it hard to be somebody
But shit as long as I'm workin'
Man can′t no nigga stop me
I′m just rapper wit a kid
Livin wit his mommy
So let the jokes come now
My freestyles still harder than what u wrote down
Plus who are yall to judge me on how i raise my child
How i get my bread
And still lay shit down
I'm at Chinese until the sun goes down
I start at 4 and don′t leave till the small hand down
So I can go round for round
Noun for noun
They say i sound like biggie
Just not pound for pound
Some niggas left i lost some weight
And i done found my sound
Made a solid foundation
And i stand my ground
So Shout out to all of the niggas that ain't my nigga no more
My vision clearer now I see what i was missin before
I went from workin in a store to havin hella shit in store
And i cant thank you enough for making me want more
Just to shit on all u fuck niggas
No hard feelings
I just cant afford to fuck witcha
I let you tell the story too
Like Who switched on who
You niggas changed up for a bitch
Like she ain′t fuck me too
Man you ain't hear my last tape nigga i hate me too
So you can hate me all you want cause bitch the hate ain′t new
I rather hang my fuckin self
Before i hang with you
That goes for Shaq and Danielle just to name a few
Them niggas stuck
This shit must be a game to you
Y'all want some swag and auto tune
Want me to sang for you
You keep it solid with me
Bitch i do the same for you
That's all i ask and niggas act like it′s a strain to do
So if it′s smoke i give it to you like the strain Is new
My game is true
A boxer who don't feign his move
That′s one round for round bar i guess that makes it two
The same is true
For me
Cause shit I made it through
I'm at a point them niggas didn′t think
I would make it to

Over my dead body

They wanna take my
Soul
Soul
Soul
Soul
Soul
Soul
Over my dead body
Them niggas comin for my
Soul
Soul
Soul
Soul
Soul
Soul

I quit school for the purpose of to
Rhyme more
My mom been workin 9-5
Since 6-11-94
I broke the railing of and got up on my grind more
With dreams of models tuggin on my yoda like a fine force
To big to be a freshman i had to find the source
I got a mean right hook so i freestyle the chorus
Off the brain off the dome and outta proportion
I hit the ground head first like premature abortion
Lyrics cocked back like jewish dicks and the foreskin
Oxidized iron man too like Mickey Rourkin
Drake a beat it's over put a fork in
Airplane sex
I keep my ex fly as fuck
Intercoursing
If she got double D′s
I'll have to force it
Learned my lesson after that
And still F'd the courses
Way too detrimental
Little over technical
Aight for sore eyes
Doin damage to your retinals
A, b, c, d, e, f Me
This shit alphabetical
Punchline for your ear canal
Insurance for your decibels
Obama care for medical
Similes rather technical
Swimming through the waves like Michael Phelps before the pedestal
The marijuana smoke gettin hella medical
If y′all nigga ballin then my team of full of testicles
Pause
Keep the bullshit
All that shit is minuscule
I been fuckin shit up
Since rockin fubu in middle school
Dada
I heard the devil wears Prada
Then imma be in Louis, Dolce and Gabbana
All black mask on Luke I′m yo father
Monkeys with them clips that make a nigga go Bananas

Writer(s): James Parham<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com