Hook:



Well I Think I'm Going Out Of My Head



Yes I Think I'm Going Out Of My Head



I Think I'm Think I'm Think I'm....



Life's A Bitch Then You Never Come Back...



Yo! Peep The Realness...




Verse One:




I'm A Shadow Of My Former Self



So When The Sun Sets West



I Rock And Slap Box With Hip Hop;



Cuz Its Much Harder To Get Props Than It Is To Fall Off And Flop



I Payed Dues Til I Paid Do Nots.



And Will Never Will What You Say Affect The Outcome --



See, Momma Always Told Me Opinions Are Like Assholes;



Cuz Everyone Has Got One.



But You Couldn't Tell Me Shit If I Stepped In It.



Once I Enter Psychosis, Paranormal, Focus I Perplex Niggas And Niggettes,



I Play This Rap Shit Closer Than Gilettes Against The Neck And Juglar Vien



Blowing Out My Own Fucking Brain Without Lead Projectiles,



Bled When I Project Styles And Meanwhile, Existence Is A Life Sentence



And Since I'm Broke I Take The Risk, Forced To Hustle



'Cuz Raw Power Moves, Require Muscle Knowing I'm Going Out Trife



Already Got One Strike, Two More And That's Life Without Possibility Of



Paroll



Having To Stroll In My Shoes Ain't Easy



Lookin' Forward To 3 Hots From A Cell Block Fuckin' My Fifi Nigga Feel Me?



'Cuz If It Ain't The Cancer Sticks I Hit This Hypertension's Gonna Kill Me



And Fuck A Platinum Plaque, All I Want Is A Niggas Dap



And Enough Snaps To Put Clothes On My Daughters Back Steph.



See This Without An Optometrist I'm Stuck In The Middle Of This Bitch -



Like Ya Momma's Gynacologist.



Make A Radio Hit - Headz Criticize It;



Underground Classic - Nobody Buys It:



So, Rap Is Fucked



And Everything Blowing Up Sounds Redundant



But Money Talks And Bullshit Does 9 Flat