歌词
［Intro］
Why!
Do I give so much
To those who don't know what it takes to be I!
It takes so much focus
But they say this lotus I grew should just die!
Why do I read, my art is starting to bleed and receding
It's alive!
Even though I'm woke up, this so sucks
How 'bout my throat cut!
［Verse 1］
Just a thought, excuse me while I get this off
Tech is lost, read this then accepted naught
Gave the game this, 20 years of Strange sh*t
And I still retain this sick language I came with (cha)
Tech is falling b*tch shut up (shut up)
Death is calling, n*gga what up (what up)
Your text is causing me to nut up
Crawling in the gutters coughing my blood up
What if you found out you made me
Cause critics were driving me crazy
This kinda thing shouldn't phase me
But it could be easier D-E-A-D
Easier for me though
To another dimension and place we go
When I smother and weaken a Yates' ego
I'ma taste blood when I'd rather taste a Cheeto or Dorito
Life can be testing and stop in a hurry
Might be investing in stock then the jury
Gives you the Fing not what you expecting
When I chew or section your cop and you bury
I'd suppose I'd die for those to buy the ode
And get the newer sh*t to fly to throw
I give 'em cooler hits that I compose
While the code dissing me and deny the flows
All the naysaying won't tempt me
And I ain't never been wimpy
But it's a thought when my tank is low and just about empty
［Hook］
How about I just die, die, die, die
It might stop the sorrow
Taking tomorrow away
Run from this sh*t bye, bye, bye, bye
When my spirits are low
No need to borrow day
How about I just die, die, die, die
It might stop the sorrow
Taking tomorrow away
How about I just die
Inside I just cry
F*ck that sh*t
［Verse 2］
Let's get off
All this sh*t 'bout Tech is soft
Exit cross, how could you not respect this off
Take your time after time when you come for me
Spit your swine at my rhyme for everyone to see
You don't even need a mouth
Hit me with the keys of deceit and I'm bleeding out
So this is the heated route
Been feeling defeated when reading conceited doubt
But you can't fold up, Strange Music soldier
I thought I told ya my bows are like vulgar's
I'm major, but I'll fade ya, cause of hater behavior
The savior awaits ya, you traitor, I'll break ya
Talking 'bout when I bust, I spit
Like when I crushed my zit
I am a legend, I'm 20 minus 11
Here come the seven after what's my six
When you cuss my script on the media
Talkin' 'bout I rushed my sh*t
I'm telling you yes I'm a b*tch
［Outro］
How about I just die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
ENTERFEAR is here b*tch
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