Having Nothing

What's left to say I've been providing whats truth but get no play Aint no impostor Nor is there any in the roster Just some mobsters Who down for my cause bruh The death of Hartley really took me downhill Been wounded beyond what western meds can heal I feel like its times when i gotta prove who really better' It's me it's me noone else is better Not another statistic to box me in He's obese he's black can't rap worth shit He's 50 Tyson I question they authority when the label is thrown And i ain't got no label so I been grinding this on my own Born a king royalty in my blood nigga but i might need help from a certain one Aladdin had Genie all i got are these poems These inner thoughts these fuckin thots please LEAVE ME ALONE