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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 Letras de cancionesEverybody 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! From Letras Mania