A word That's how ya feel Though it's gone huh Yea sir, I'm stupid Slaughterhouse, nigga Gangsta revealed
I heard the whispers, they thought that I was dumb before They thought dre said I was something he don't want no more They thought I got dropped, they thought I would stop I thought not, hopped out the square, though out the box Listen, I keep it real, I was hoping that the major work But I was indian then, time for some major work Already hungry, but the non-believers made it worse Had me posting up in that booth like 8 date of births
Who was supposed to give up? Nah, not me Man, post this shit up on rip Hello world, I'm a star, look what I invented Rap radar identified with my spider senses I had the hip-hop game on smash And a title locked up, like akon's smash Then I link the three dudes who also say I'm trash With another chance to show you again So I'm holding this pen like
Bet you never thought that you'd be back in this position Got no answers for their questions And it kills you just to listen That you know There's nowhere else left to go And I ain't coming home I ain't coming home
It started with assault charges, beyanies, burglaries some peeps Ended up back alley blocks in jersey city streets Who knew that at the cross we're spittin' out cause off hennessey vodka The dudes that meant to be partners will mentally block ya And man the pities to watch ya from denis the lobster But your own actions is what could esentially stop ya I come around and the track get nervous If you wrote them off, be able to track that purchase
Hooked up the ivs or we had be deceased in an year Might need the grease fell on the reposition peak a year If you're talking chain of command, I want to be clear We're different links, packinfg that aid list of the g shit Robber with the trash talk, the magical walk With the black ball, way I bounce off the asphalt with catapult Relentless through the rumors In my mere presence, God got a funny sense of humor
Bet you never thought that you'd be back in this position Got no answers for their questions And it kills you just to listen That you know There's nowhere else left to go And I ain't coming home I ain't coming home
Bet you never thought that you'd be back in that position I'm talking to you bitches, arch your back in that position Your ratchet ass was missing, you thought that I fell off But shady aftermath musicians got you packin' ammunition I'm back to circle gang boss Witness the resurrection my career came 'cross Jesus, name a vixen I can't toss She use her mouth to clean my thing off
And I call it getting brainwashed Slaughter's hotter than ever to be hotter You got a critical error Proud of your leather, walkin' in executives offices and halla you better Hit my pockets with cheddar Feed me paper like my my pockets are a document shredder You really thought I'd get this money and behave? Niggas left me for dead, and get the dougie on my grave I'll break your purse for me perseverance Them same labels getting weighed full for some clearance
Bet you never thought that you'd be back in this position Got no answers for their questions And it kills you just to listen That you know There's nowhere else left to go And I ain't coming home I ain't coming home
God's favourite, dark horse of the devil's family I'm plan a till it's my damn day, failure's my plan b From ashy to fancy, behind bars to behind the bars They made it so I can fit an entire jail cell inside of my pantry My daughter's a down, she loves to see her father come She loves to blow bubbles with her bubble gum Now she lives inside of one, just accept it Got martin king's heart, martin sheen's blood cause
Missed me with your questions I am the martin scorsese of these professions While I'm outta here like martin lawrence in, get to steppin' And I did it doing the kind of music I like You'se a fool, you thought the prim would be my only highlight Slaughterhouse but outcasted, first we're here then we're there Then we started to rhyme like you pretend to load our pants with led No we moving on dup like the jeffersons Cause things came full circle like the top of yours that hits through here, yea
Bet you never thought that you'd be back in this position Got no answers for their questions And it kills you just to listen That you know There's nowhere else left to go And I ain't coming home I ain't coming home
Compositores: Ryan D Montgomery (Royce), Joseph Anthony Budden (Joseph Budden), Dominick Wickliffe (Crooked I), Joell Christopher Ortiz (Joell Ortiz), Jai Dave ECAD: Obra #17923179