Note 2 Self ft. SAINT KID Lyrics

Shout out to everybody that doubted

Want me to lose, but I wouldn't allow it

Got to the venue and it's looking crowded

Homie just texted me, said he's the proudest

It's now or never; you can't get a hour

Eat me a rapper, you get devoured

Fuck what he heard! You know nothing bout power

You can't me look me in the eyes, you a coward

I wish you saw me when I was my lowest

Ready for action, my heart was the coldest

I want a million, I had to get focused

It took some time but I put it in motion

I needed help and your line wasn't open

I had to learn for myself, I had omens

You see the passion, and all the devotion

I'm international just like the postage

Liquor been treating my liver corrosive

Cracking the backwood, then I get to rolling

Roll up another, my nigga I'm smoking

Back in the day we would call the shit 'coping'

Fuck getting shot; was your heart ever broken?

You see her crying in tears that you soaked in

I be her peace, need Ibuprofen

Mark of the beast on a kid, yo I'm chosen

I hit the booth with another one

You not the one... you the runner up

What you gon' do when they running up

My niggas beasts, we run amuck

We finna ride, buckle up

We finna fight, knuckle up

He tried to act like I'm dumb, you ain't sonning us

I got the pack and then trapped till the sun was up

You are not fucking with me, that's hysterical

I brought the shovel, thats for the burial

Please do not rap around me, I'll embarrass you

Still be the best If I posted in Syracuse

There's not a rapper, that you can compare me to

Ice out ya chain and them niggas will stare at you

I got a stick like I'm hunting for caribou

This shit will ring! Its boutta marry you

Dad went to work, Mom was a fiend

I wrote a verse, followed my dreams

I don't do perks, fuck all the lean

You niggas ops, not on my team

What do I like ? Commas and green

I gotta hit, bobbing and weave

Ready for war, solid regime

I love my girl, I gotta queen

I let my thoughts just go on a track

You not his boy, you holding him back

Alpha... Controlling the pack

100 below, coldest in rap

Said I'ma catch, I know ima snack

PTSD.. Don't get attached

You are not hard.. both of them rats

Even 69 can go get a plaque

I hit the booth with another one

You not the one... you the runner up

What you gon' do when they running up

My niggas beasts, we run amuck

We finna ride, buckle up

We finna fight, knuckle up

He tried to act like I'm dumb, you ain't sonning us

I got the pack and then trapped till the sun was up

I can go back to the days-I was young, I was dumb.. but I still wasn't acting my age

The day I got clapped is a daze-If my grandfather knew...

He would probably roll back in his grave

I don't really have to complain, My life's been hard...

I'm good-I just rap to explain

Still masking the pain

Might have to pass on the fame

Shit get to eating you, from up inside of you

This ain't for everyone, I wouldn't lie to you

I cannot count on you, why would I hire you

We can't do business, if you unreliable

Half of the city just told me they proud of me

Don't have to lie to me-know I inspire you

I'm being real, without even trying to

Get to this level and it's undeniable