This is the part where I fall right?
Where I fail and crawl away from sight?
Where I break down and prove all the hatas right
Well I'm sorry, losing just don't fit my type
So yall just gonna have to hear me out tonite
At my staged funeral wearing all white
Excuse my smile, but ya faces is a funny sight
Where I been? I been writing down all of my feelings
Whatever those feelings is, is clearly appealing
Can you feel the heat rise? The tension building?
Spirit of Marvin Gaye giving some type of healing
Look at the man in the mirror, the image is revealing
I cant help but smile and say Damn I'm brilliant...
Go ahead and ask about the Marines, you know they pay
I just spent over 350 dollars in less than thirty days
Damn, I guess it costs just to be a boss
But Naeshawn is good so it aint a loss
So son, I'm just out here providing for ya
Even though ya moms say different, she just hatin cuz!
Ya... My pain is the beat for the mean lyrics
Camels and Newports provides the room an incense
When I make it, I politely ask all not to ask for a cent
That's just the Dos Equis talking, its got a nigga bent
Relationships in minuses and I cant tell whats up
[You gon mention Portia's name?] Here's a minor plug...
Hello dear, can you hear me clear?
Do you got me turned up, is Brian standing near?
Step away from ya True Blood and the Crown in ya cup
I just really wanna say I wish yall the best of luck
The redskins are doin good and the eagles are steppin up...
How do I know you rep them teams is really crazy as fuck
I swear... AH! Before I really start to lose focus...
New guy, I need you to really take notice...
I hope you enjoy the seat that I gave up
Wit yo lame ass profile pic seems like a setup
IDK why PNJ aint tell you its the most ridiculous getup
Everybody is listenin thinkin Naj got better
I'll just end it right there fore' I get a nasty letter
Yeah, I told em all I'll win in overtime...
Bittersweet taste of revenge is how I get mines
Damn... How can I stay so hood?
Lemme take it back to smoking good out in Hardwood
Girls falling thru the crib with the chest bustin out
Now I'm surrounded by girls mom warned me about
Writing a new mixtape, now things gotta click
How do I improve from the first and make a hit
Considering this breakup had a nigga pissed
Do I continue with the story if as if she doesnt exists?
So do it Naj, do it... Go ahead and let it rip
And if they ask for a split, dont give em shit
I swear rolling with the US, I got a real team
Steppin up in the pocket, call me Willie Beamen
Touchdown for Dynamik, Nyce is at the forefront
Say I'm wack, my reply is do you really need to stunt?
Let me go back to the old me...
Cause this dude is somebody you dont wanna see
Am I spazzin out? I say hell yeah probably...
Is this what yall want? Done took Drake's Chris Tucker impression
Fck the questions... Im done with suggestions...
Fall back, you trippin easily...
Middle fingers up at all who oppose me...
So when you fall, I hope you land on both knees...
Cant yall see? I'm so N-Y-C-E
Nigga yeah...
Is this what yall want?
Really? This is what yall want?
Fck it then...
Here you go...
[Written two weeks ago... I recorded that same night... IDK if I'll release it... Its just an example of where I was at...]
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