state of affairs

I told myself I'd never get serious doing this shit

I aint never have the drive to be pursuing this shit

Can't be giving my all and be number two in this bitch

And everyone around me telling me that you isn't this

Who the fuck are you to tell me just what I am?

I can do anything, bitch I'm a grown ass man

I got years in this shit and I was just playin around

Imagine what the fuck I coulda done if I sold out

Yeah I'm strictly at war, bitch I'm quick to score

They be flippin parts, I keep my distance far

Anybody could get it but there aint shit to start

And I ain't no Will Smith, I trade my fists for bars