Only I know what I want,
Only I know what I need,
only I know what feed the fire thats burnin in me,
yearnin to be,
Released ta take and keep what i need ta ease my heartbeat,
but what I be needin sometimes I just cant get,
cause other niggas seem ta reach it befo I can react,
in fact, its gettin so bad,
pretty soon imma snap,
load tha mac and push every motha fuckas wig back
Till its my time Ill be expressin thru verse,
shout scream and curse when any nigga gets on my nerves,
maybe its what i deserve,
or maybe niggas urk ta get murked,
served in tha street-swept off they feet-or beat-until they cease ta breathe,
I dont know what ta believe, I just know I'm sick o this shit,
sick o knowin that when I spit its not earnin me shit,
and sick o holdin myself back from splittin a mothafuckas shit,
niggas say fate is fate and I should live wit tha pain,
well fuck that shits what I say man,
besides god I'm runnin this thang,
we do this my way-what i say-witout tha restraint-nigga till its my day.
ta rest wit tha rest o tha best, but for now I express,
how all you test my patients,
its frustratin cause I'm so defyant,
Imma fight for wut i want, but I aint no Kobe Bryant,
so you can be reliant that Imma keep my kool,
even though you do-what you do, and what it puts me through,
I refuse ta lose all hope I'm tryin,
stuck on tha grind workin on coenciding,
I'm fightin wit myself ta stay calm,
difusin tha bomb, but its not workin at all,
so long yall,
I think we all knew I was bound ta snap before the end o this song!
Only I know what I need,
only I know what feed the fire thats burnin in me,
yearnin to be,
Released ta take and keep what i need ta ease my heartbeat,
but what I be needin sometimes I just cant get,
cause other niggas seem ta reach it befo I can react,
in fact, its gettin so bad,
pretty soon imma snap,
load tha mac and push every motha fuckas wig back
Till its my time Ill be expressin thru verse,
shout scream and curse when any nigga gets on my nerves,
maybe its what i deserve,
or maybe niggas urk ta get murked,
served in tha street-swept off they feet-or beat-until they cease ta breathe,
I dont know what ta believe, I just know I'm sick o this shit,
sick o knowin that when I spit its not earnin me shit,
and sick o holdin myself back from splittin a mothafuckas shit,
niggas say fate is fate and I should live wit tha pain,
well fuck that shits what I say man,
besides god I'm runnin this thang,
we do this my way-what i say-witout tha restraint-nigga till its my day.
ta rest wit tha rest o tha best, but for now I express,
how all you test my patients,
its frustratin cause I'm so defyant,
Imma fight for wut i want, but I aint no Kobe Bryant,
so you can be reliant that Imma keep my kool,
even though you do-what you do, and what it puts me through,
I refuse ta lose all hope I'm tryin,
stuck on tha grind workin on coenciding,
I'm fightin wit myself ta stay calm,
difusin tha bomb, but its not workin at all,
so long yall,
I think we all knew I was bound ta snap before the end o this song!