Released on November 6, 2012

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[Hook]

Like one sitting in a love seat

Life is lonely and incomplete

Like one sitting in a love seat

Life is lonely and incomplete


[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

Yeah, this rough rap’s a hub cat

In my attire, I pop off, with a better handle than hot sauce

I get them clipped like a mob boss, the rap villain

I get it cracking with a 5th of Henny black chillin

I get in action when I sprinkle in the back feeling

And get a match and light it up and make a rap killing

I’m back dealing

A daily dose of the dope that they crave the most

I’m that different

Something new

I’m the vision you see when you're coming to

I’m the obstacle you dream of running through

Can’t do it, we fuck up cruise and toast booze

So I hold the fort like a couch potato with a house full of yayo

Protect my dope at all costs

The price of your doubt is fatal


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[Verse 2: Torae]

My raps wrap rappers the fuck up and set off rage

And it's all rapid fire, y’all just lit off strays

Spit bodies, spit homilies, shit I spit off stage

This the realest shit your iPod said all day

Who said my name?

Address me as one of the best

And if you said it sideways, you'll get one in your chest

I’m a homicidal nigga with verses spitting and written in hearses

You play my shit in reverse and you'll hear who I worship

The god of the bars, be it new jack or veteran

Only my niggas is niggas that I ain't better than

My late nights got the hype of David Letterman

While you guys still hide in the same closet they sexed you in

All I ever been is just what you get

They ask how I feel to big, I tell them question my dick

I’m the answer and the problem if the question is this:

Who the nicest motherfucker to spit? it’s Torae, nigga


[Hook]