Fear No Man But Only God

And Now I'm Like A Major Threat, 'cause I Remind You Of The Things You Were Made To Forget.

Bury Me Smilin' With G's In My Pocket, Have A Party At My Funeral Let Every Rapper Rock It Let The Hoes That I Used To Know, From Way Before Kiss Me From My Head To My Toe, Gimme A Paper And Pen So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin, Couple Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

I'm 100 Percent Original, And That's What Got Me Here. My Rap Music Is More Understandable, Slower. It Tells A Story. You Can Write A Book On Each Of My Thoughts.

We Wouldn't Ask Why A Rose That Grew From The Concrete For Having Damaged Petals, In Turn, We Would All Celebrate Its Tenacity, We Would All Love Its Will To Reach The Sun, Well, We Are The Roses, This Is The Concrete And These Are My Damaged Petals, Dont Ask Me Why, Thank God, And Ask Me How

Life's A Test, Mistakes Are Lessons, But The Gift Of Life Is Knowing That You Have Made A Difference.