pardon my french Lyrics

Maybe i'm in the wrong line of work

Maybe I should take on something less challenging

You do what you are Jesse

You mean you are what you do

No I mean

Coming right up

The truth gon play

The team gon save your back

S'il vous plait

Don't run your mouth or you gon see who change up

I should take notes

This tape so fire

We had to relocate

The same sinner

That's gon seed your fate

The depths of hell

What you gon see today

No one's savior

But the priest gon pray

The same as you

But you too fake about it

God made your traits

So what you make about it

Back to the grave

While you complain about it

How they really gon at me

Its kind of funny when you look into who really gas me

They took a page out my book

And still they can't match me

They can't catch me

I wish you could I wish you fucking could

I'm just too classy

For backstabbing

They can't pass me

I'm already dead

They too flashy

And they fucked in the head

It's not me that can't see too far

Vouloir c'est pouvoir

The truths way too hard for you to swallow

There's never really any telling what's a situation

See I could give a thousand times and still lose all relations

And they gon ask for even more

Stain to my credit

I kept it moving now i'm rich and poor

Show it don't tell it

I got the writers blocked

They never gave a shit anyways

The hate is in the way you gave them game

And then found your way to maintain

You the part of coming up

That i'm leaving out

The way my name was brought up

Isn't something i'm leaving out

You was sickly, cracked, broken and something that should be bleeding out

Pleading out

Talking out your ass about all these threats I should be heeding now

No reason you could ever conceive would even relieve you now

A message to you pussies thats sleeping inside that creeping house

Standing by the spineless piece of shit

That couldn't keep me out his hollow fucking head

Wake the fuck up

And tell me why i'm the only one that got out of bed

I'll take my chances with that dumby aiming a gun to my chest

Before I trust you with another fucking second

How bout you get up on that stand and testify to his possessions

You the type to meet the judge behind the bench for a discussion

And that's the saddest shit cuz we was lit now you in question

You're born with a gift

If not that then you get good at something along the way

And what you're good at, you don't take for granted

You don't betray it