This is a song about "Grudge"

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Well im the judge your the try to rhyme and get me to budge when you lose dont hold a grudge,

We can let scuds blast in a grudge match if theres a bone to be picking

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

I hold no grudge, but i’m smart, savvy and had to say this

But its no need to hold a grudge or judge because they didn't budge

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

But let the grudge rest and pass the test

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

But i be moving so much weight that i cant even hold a grudge.

Life's to short to always hold a grudge

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much