[Verse 1]
Who cares? Man I hit rock bottom
I ain’t kill the Sheriff but I may of sure shot him
With a slug from a Plug Won, Two, Three tunin
Of the Soul lyrical family reunion
Felt when it melted the felt from a slip mat
Saw your first cousin and I thought yeah I’m with that
Ink got me buzzing on a page cuz I sniffed that
Permanent ink the crowd thinks dang he ripped that
Rapped that, had that man it’s sad that
He ain’t never blown up despite the fact that
He’s got a lot of skill and a good work ethic
He rocks a lot of ill flow till words epic on a paper
Another fresh song
God what the heck am I doing wrong
Am I not as good as I heard that I was from
Mom and Dad maybe I really should have done some
Rap that I spent too much time dissing
Maybe then the public would have taken a listen
Why the heck they telling me I’m great
And I’ve been winning these battles since ’98
[Hook]
So what? Hot banging a cut
I got four flats on my brand new truck
Plus your whole team thinks that I suck
I could give two squirts of a what
So what? You should bang this cut
And make sure you do it when your down on your luck
Say it to your boss when your brain’s stuck
That you really could give a hot what. So what?
[Verse 2]
Man I’ve got a lot of things that I’d like to tell ya
But if I keep it too real I’m afraid I’ll scare ya
Man I really don’t care what a man say
I'mma keep covering the hurt with a band aid
I know you feel it, too
Green with envy yellow and blue
The same old thing keeps hurting you
But when things go wrong what you gonna do
Life didn’t pan how you want it to
Bump that man we still got a job to do
Punching a clock paper clipped with a time card
Yeah you had goals but did you really try hard?
(Quit your job) Start a revolution
Ain’t got the answer just Solution
One plus one don’t equal three
Minus the problem you find it’s me
Man I’m here just to run a race
I’ve got a cloud of witnesses that feel disgraced
So far I’m dead last place
So far I ain’t seen His face
Probably cuz I’m dead last place
Told His mercy and grace