it's drifting away Finding faith from it No belief in it There's a coming of age So worthless Exploiting the faith you gave Worthless reputation
down, then your IQ's droppin' Jerry's the king of confrontation, he's a sensation He puts the 'sin' in syndication It's totally worthless, like a bad
'm born, be warned You catch a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine On a vision quest but my breathe is on Bad intentions to herd the lyrical
floor sex, you just a small threat Wit' a small set, so forfeit, I rhyme for more checks 'Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, I'mma walk this I'm worthless
I gave her her first real scare I made it from birth and I got here She knows my purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect I care But I feel worthless '
upon my self Oppression was not the life for me I could never follow blindly So what's left for us Hatred and so much bad blood Leaving me with one choice
see I ask myself why I'm so blessed Blessed with nothing but rage that won't relent My luck in this world was still-born So I mourn be good be bad so
worthless but it's not a bad match" And I know you understand, it's blood money In the hand There's such a big demand for blood money In the sand A
other things ugly things. Wage a holy war inside me til Your overcome Let Your kingdom come and Let Your will be done. I was worthless. I was dead. Foul
down, then your IQ's droppin' Jerry's the king of confrontation He's a sensation He puts the 'sin' in syndication It's totally worthless, like a bad
share I gave her her first real scare I made it from birth and i got here She knows my purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect i care But i feel worthless
gained such renown For this state of the art custom sound For them custom built rappers with under-skilled narratives The good die young, me and Suff' are still bad
sex, you just a small threat Wit a small set, so forfeit, I rhyme for more checks Cuz whatever that it takes to make these papes, I'mma walk this I'm worthless
is civilian Blood pumps vermilion, beats dump all over the chump populace Keeping they focus on Paris Hilton Prada dead, guilty as any Internet threads Big check, probably got a lot of bad
for profit and makes money off of shovels and hoes His drugs are pesticides that kill the good and the bad Either way the products tainted, the ax hits the ground covered in blood
in C4 bits Fuck the flashy videos I?d rather be on underground radios Getting blunted out in the studio Giving props to my peeps As I flash Adidas sneaks Wyze G, Mr. Blood
