No Apology

[Intro] Who you looking at? "Me?" You think you can dress up like me and be a rockstar? "No sir" No sir, you have no ideal what it takes Hmm, what? You think it's all sex, drugs, and rock n roll.. No Apologies (Whut thee Mixtape) Don't feel sorry for me, nah Khrysis Ugh, some other shit [Verse One] Two steps, from being done with this rap Got people wondering, what's under his hat What's he thinkin' n, what's he drinkin' n Who's he fuckin' n, who's productionin' Will he ever stop? Will Mayhem ever drop? Anchors away, questions I face everyday Who's he cool with? Is he the best at new school shit? Why everything he drop tight, but he's not in the spotlight Why he don't shine, why he so mad in every rhyme How's the single doing? What dreams is he pursuing? Still chasing em, LB coming? What label n? Rip the Craddle n, he's as dope as they make em man Murda 5-0-6, best of his time? No shit You heard of me? Kill the Ruory and murda kings Slice ATL, with a knife blade he's hell Kill S.O.B's But you don't feel Leg OC? [Hook] x 2 But I don't want you To feel sorry for me And when I'm gone, I want you to party for me Celebrate my life Celebrate what I've done Never wait on life, celebrate buss ya guns [Verse Two] I'm fucking mad dude But why the fucking attitude? Why's he hating you? Why's he so confrontational? Spit runs from the mouth, through the calm they waited My shit will never come out, guess the monkey's constipated I'm curious, ya'll who fucks got me serious Is time running out? Are his rhymes running out? Who knows? Will he be there when the crew blows? Gun powder I only believe in one power And God knows, that I mean well And God knows, that I been through hell And came back, J4 he's with the same mask Hockey shit, frustrated but he still drop the hits Faithfully Like Evan's book by the State you see Not a regular dude, running with a regular crew We dash different, dudes tryna scribe like me My imaginary friends They don't even like me.. [Hook] x2 [Verse Three] Believe my words, murdered every song I've been on Have you even heard any song that I've been on? Did you pay attention? If yes, how much did it cost? You want change back? How much time have you lost? Difference in me and you, is that your head is too weak Deep end of the pool ma niggas Leg is too deep All these shallow, how rappers wanna battle There's no money in that, make dope songs n run with that My track record, is like Carl Lewis being injected With some of that eyes rolled back But you should know that I'm too cerebral My words stab you, like Loons people Talented as Mr. Ripley, all the while I'm that witty Fuck off This is Leg Or maybe I should dumb it down Cut off a chicken's head, and watch it run around Rapper's don't like me cuz I'm RAW, better than them And Rapper's don't like me cuz I'm more clever than them [Hook] x2