I've got these scars on my hands, one for every mistake
Most the peeps I used to run with ended up bein fake
I live by one rule now, you dish out, all you can take
Cuz these problems I've overcome are beginning to fuckin make
Me pop off, like a gun, on my hip a full clip
There's gonna be an battle, make sure your equipped
Cuz I've got an arsenal to choose from, prepare to be defeated
My patience with you bitches, seems to be depleted
I'd ask the crew for help, but homie I don't even need it
If I did want you gone, I'd simply have to speak it
Cuz I'm Michael Jackson bad, I suggest that you beat it
And that's my word cuz, I suggest that you heed it
(Hook)
Believe it, that just happened, go a head and rub your eyes
Trynna wake up from reality, might catch you by surprise
No your not dreaming, but ill send your ass to bed
This memory will never be missing from your head
I mean it, I’ll stream it, to the masses, as your life passes
Used and abused, for sale, sold as is
Ruthless, I keep records, of you bitches trynna stop me
thought you were slick to catch a lick, but naw playa not me!
Always ready, these hands be heavy, fuck ‘round if you want to
Reminiscent of a mic check, cuz I’ll hit you with the 1,2
Layed out, nighty night, Kevin hart, your time was short
Popeye the sailor man, undefeated champ, roaming port to port
I wish I could say, it’s not personal, it’s just for sport
Should of shut that trap, and all the cap, b4 stepping on this court
(Hook)
Believe it, that just happened, go a head and rub your eyes
Trynna wake up from reality, might catch you by surprise
No your not dreaming, but ill send your ass to bed
This memory will never be missing from your head
