Lies in the game, I entertain
The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain
Standin' in the mirror with a 9 in my brain
Most rap guys wanna die for the fame
Supposed to die young cause I'm in the gang
And I can't change cause I entertain
And sniff three verses through lines of 'caine
You just realized that I'm insane
I'm enraged, engaged in the war with ways
That can have me spray shots off the stage
If I die like Malcolm, will you feel my pain?
Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave?
If I die like Pac, cause I yearned to bang
You dis-credit me like I never learned a thang
If I die like Big, would you praise my rhymes?
And give me the spot, best of all time
If I died in NY, would the West Coast ride?
And the beef not stop 'til hip hop die
Will a nigga who don't understand that line
Try and damage my safety in NY?
Will the rap game embrace me cause I got skill
Or for the lies of that man, will I get killed, nigga?
I'm just gettin' high, gettin' high
Think of suicide, suicide
I'm just gettin' high, gettin' high
Think of suicide, suicide
I'm just gettin' high, gettin' high
I think of suicide, suicide
Will the crimes of my youth come back to haunt me?
By the time I shoot, will my father want me?
When I tour, will my girl become a whore?
And I come back home and can't fuck her raw
If I walk on stage like "Fuck the law!"
Will the hip-hop cops try and kill my squad?
Will the niggas on my team really ride like they say?
Or push me into shots, he gon' die anyway
Is niggas really jealous cause I got shine?
Is it envy from the fellas cause I got signed?
Will the whole hood hate cause I speak my mind?
Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime?
If I kill my bitch like Robert Blake
Do I got enough money to beat the case?
If I crash out right before I end the race
And die before I come out, would you feel my pain?
I'm almost to a point where I can't be saved
My mind state at a place where it can't be changed
Laws got a nigga stuck like he can't be brave
But I gotta back up all the shit I say
It's lies in the game, I entertain
The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain
Standin' in the mirror with a 9 in my brain
Most rap guys wanna die for the fame
I'm just gettin' high, gettin' high
Think of suicide, suicide
I'm just gettin' high, gettin' high
Think of suicide, suicide
I'm just gettin' high, gettin' high
I think of suicide, suicide
