Talking To Myself, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I

Can't be taken out by a coward

Who's only goal is to make it with music

And live his life on a thrown of power

Who's had his objective set on the message of"Fuck you, I'm better" and"Suck my dick if you doubt it"

While constantly shouting

I'm a human being, no better than anyone

Your only power's behind a mic if you let it, son

Ain't shot a bullet since high school, where did you get a gun?

It's time I humbled you, this is it (Oh, we've just begun)

You told the whole world how you've been so original

But the only bit of dope that you have is hitting indigo

Can't even make a solid album without biting a rapper that's been popping

And you think it makes you hot shit?

Just let it go

You're time is up

You're finished bro

I think it's time that we just hit the road

I buried you for a reason, that chapters ended, yo

(But you still bring me up whenever someone says your shit is dope)

Because it was and I meant it, so?

(Just take a look at all the plaques you have and how much music it has sold

I'm doing fine without you

All the music that my pen has wrote

It's been from Justin fucking Willis man, you been in smoke

Man, I wrote"Say No More" and"Dear Momma", now who's the clown?

(Insert foot in mouth)

(We really gonna take advice and listen to someone who went and wrote

Put it down?)

Jay, shut your mother fucking mouth

I'm finished now

You made me overdose

Push away all the people that I love the most and you know it, so

Don't try and ignore it, hoe

You just a leech on my back until I comatose

But I prefer being a rocker up on Rolling Stone

Then be a low life rapper who's blended in the crowd

And biting Tyga on that song fucking"Get it Loud"

Performing at shows and not a single person is in the crowd

And even my closest homies ain't showing out

Now I'm a boss, I'm a leader, the glue to everything

That I have a hand in, god dammit

Fucking let me be

From every project I'm in, down to the wedding ring

There's no opinion in anything that I get to be

So this is it

Last call, say goodbye in hell

I figured out how to get rid of you, I'll tell you now

It starts with the bullet you found, the one that's hidden? Well

Only way to get rid of you, is to kill myself

Good fucking riddance, that dude is gone

If he didn't go out the way he did

Somebody else would've taken him out