Yeah So I guess this is what it is, huh? Think it's obvious We ain't never gonna see eye to eye But it's funny As much as I hate you I need you This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition I feel the end is near The beauty starts to fade My joy has turned to pain I hear the symphony playin' Ten thousand violins Souls floating away like feathers in the wind
They said my last album I sounded bitter No, I sound like a spitter Who ninety percent of These hypocrites are tryna get rid of But why would I get a chip on my shoulder? I was considered, one time, as the illest Bitch, I'm still as fly as your zipper True, I just get richer But if it was ever all about skrilla Then I woulda quit a long motherfucking time ago Bitch, shut the fuck up I should go say that shit to Tech N9ne or the Jigga Nobody said shit about 2 Chainz as long as he's been here, shit No wonder you're mad, now I'm Looking at them plaques, count 'em (yeah) I'm L. L. Cool J, bigger and deffer, that's how come (uh) I sell like four mil' when I put out a bad album (what?) Revival flopped, came back and I scared the crap out 'em But Rolling Stone stars, I get two and a half outta Five, and I'll laugh out loud 'Cause that's what they gave BAD back in the day Which actually made me not feel as bad now, 'cause If it happened to James It can happen to Shady They do the same shit to Brady More people hate me than love me This game will make you go crazy 'Bout to go for B-R-O-K-E I was the G, the O-A-T Once I was played in rotation At every radio station They said I'm lyrically amazing But I have nothing to say But then when I put out Revival and I had something to say They said that they hated the awake me I lose the rage, I'm too tame I get it back, they say I'm too angry I need to get me some Dre beats No, I should hook up with Tay Keith Fans keep on pulling me one way Haters pull me in another Got more hooks in me than Swae Lee 'Bout to pick up some weights and lift 'til my tattoo of Hailie's face stretches They said I'm just a whiner, I sound like a baby I dish it out but can't take it But I take it, dish it back out And they get all bent out of shape This shit's almost comical Wait, and I meant no disrespect I wasn't dissin' Tech, that was not a shot at 2 Chainz or to Jay-Z They probably feel the same way because lately Instead of us being credited for longevity And being able to keep it up for this long at this level, we Get told we'll never be what we were Bitch, if I was as half as good as I was I'm still twice as good as you'll ever be Only way that you're ahead of me's alphabetically 'Cause if you diss me I'm coming after you like the letter V Killing everything, play this tune, it's your eulogy It's your funeral, prepare to die This is music for you to be murdered by
Writer/s: Andre Young, Dawaun Parker, J. Alexander, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Mark Batson, Nikki Grier
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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