And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade
Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight
I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun
The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,
Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy
Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy
They fasting they won't leave me ate
Damn let me get my head straight
I beach chair, with my malibu vision
Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n
You came outta nowhere and gave me a new life
Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive
Optimism - wishin' make you too content
But i'll beat the shit outta you with my rap belt
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