Yo

I am at the end of my own wits

I'm 'bout to make another trend you'll follow

Bitch, so swallow this

Then give it to the next fiend, I won't snitch

My pockets lit from robbin' bitches

Of they innocence, just after

They pop my shit like hollow tips

I'm gonna get to riddlin' Glocks and blicks

Like Pac v. Big, Nas v. Jig

I won't leave the ring 'til I

knock yo' wig (Fah-bow-bow-bow)

Check, two-one, gotta keep your guard up

Feel it in your fists 'fore you box him in

Clock in ten, then spot one swing

Then shimmy to the left and dodge it, then

He gon' wake up and say, "What happened? "

"Homie did a step then got yo chin"

Boy, I'm fed up

I won't let up (Won't let up)

I'ma get 'em, die tryin'

'Til my body won't let me

Yeah, I'ma get him

I won't let up (Won't let up)

I'ma get 'em, die tryin'

'Til my body won't let me

Yeah, I'ma get 'em

In a predicament, thinkin' of how

I'll get into griddin' 'em out

I'm feelin it now, red is the pigment

Spillin' a little bit out of my brow

See through the cloud, I'm whippin' ya ligaments

With or without an arena

Your posse gon' dip in and out

I'll make 'em all see how you bow down

Knowin' you can't land no hits, sack o' shit

Lemme teach you 'bout scrappin', bitch

Don't go thinkin' you can fuck my guard up

When you don't even telegraph no flicks

Jab and switch yo' hands, don't miss

One step or you gon' feel the wrath of ten

Simultaneous punches aimed with one

'Til ya skully gon' crack again

Boy, I'm fed up

I won't let up

I'ma get 'em, die tryin'

'Til my body won't let me

Yeah, I'ma get 'em

I won't let up

I'ma get 'em, die tryin'

'Til my body won't let me

And I'ma get 'em

Oh Lord, die tryin'

No, I won't let 'em

They can die tryin'

I'ma get 'em

Oh Lord, die tryin'

No, I won't let 'em

They can die tryin'

Fuck it, I'm not suprised

If you couldn't make it to round three

The fight that I'm fightin' is more than myself

little homie

Don't make it about me

'Cause the wars being fought in this world with its soldiers

Don't give a fuck about ouchies

So if one gets caught by a. 308, motherfuckers

Like, I go like, "How about me? "

Put me in that shit, get them hit

They don't know my mental switch that quick

Push my comrade's carcass

Take his seat, don't worry, I'll change that clip

Kiss my fingers, put 'em on the handle

Aim it down that fake-ass bitch

50 BMG

I'ma get 'em all split, ain't savin' shit

'Cause, man, I'm fed up

I won't let up (Won't let up)

I'ma get 'em, die tryin'

'Til my body won't let me

Yeah, I'ma get 'em

I won't let up (Won't let up)

I'ma get 'em, die tryin'

'Til my body won't let me

'Cause, man, I'm fed up

I won't let up (Won't let up)

I'ma get 'em, die tryin'

'Til my body won't let me

Yeah, I'ma get 'em

I won't let up (Won't let up)

I'ma get 'em, die tryin'

'Til my body won't let me

I'ma get 'em, die tryin'

I won't let up

I won't let up