Crutches

[Intro] Crutches You need me to walk nigga You need me to walk nigga You need me Come on Me and Khrysis Feel this shit Drugs.. Crutches.. Crutches.. [First Verse] First off Fuck you Point blank I'm above you Don't talk up to me Do not walk up to me Don't speak up to me Please don't reach to me Do not rap to me Do not adapt to me Don't get in my flesh Don't diss or respect Don't be suggestive Don't speak of the collective JL(Justus League) got egos What the hell we for the people Talk shit on your website Young rappers mocking Legs life Never be hot as me Always stay frozen Never rock like me I'm the one chosen To carry this stake Heavy But I carry the weight Backbrace Victory will be my last taste Nothing without 9th beats Even acapellas apply to you Flameboy Girls got me hand held like Gameboy (JL)Leagues over rated Seems you over hated Fuck them all Stay on that junk like Rush Limbaugh [Hook] x 2 Coke Weed Dope Speed Liquor Cigarettes Quick get ya meth Heroin chills Go pop your pills Downers Uppers Walk on crutches [Verse Two] As I awoke Hungover with no rope Natural Born Killers Spinning in the DVD A natural born spitta I'm the same ol me Mass murda crazy Used to be the black gerber baby Then I got ugly They thought that they could touch me Didn't age well Run DMC began to raise hell Tear up Destroy shit Helicopters get deployed quick I'm King Kong Bundy when I bring songs Fucking up shit Lady killer when I touch chicks In bite size pieces Arms to short to fight Jesus Long enough to fight Devils Tough Oh the life Rebel Hold ma clique up Don't burn bridge Blow it up Shrapnel Make dark shit You pastel The trendsetta Oh by the way And for the record My daughter's mom flipped Got me on some E-mon shit Don't want you back bitch In a verse.. That's it.. [Hook] x 2 [Verse Three] Cold fruit drinks On ma shoulder a moose mink With a fur cap to match Bury the hatchet of rap Bet I get the last laugh Rise and Fall like NASDAQ The Ups Downs Celebrate when I touch down Do the ickey shuffle Leave feathers and cities ruffled Bird brain Just incase you ain't heard man Legacy wrecks Like he's Kanye West Throw hooks up to me I collide with ya'll You look up to me I'm the sky to ya'll Bitch I'm a star and I live these bars I finally come and I spin like gattlin gun Rotisserie I'm the Gold lyrically Billy boy Legacy the real McCoy Opposite of fake Cop ma shit you coppin weight I'm the drug I'm in you I'm your blood I'm the drug I'm in you I'm your blood [Hook] x 2