The Shelter

I’m hearing sirens Bitch, that ain’t no fuckin pilot That ain’t no tornado warning, there’s a bomb threat Way too silent Come on quickly let’s get down to the shelter Before this mushroom cloud pulls over and it melts her And each and everyone of you motherfuckers That said I would never make it I’m workin with producers and they grammy nominated But all you say I’m fakin (ah) Rake up the stacks like leaves, hate me then you can leave I ain’t never asked for nobody to come and listen to me I appreciate all my fans but let just me be If you a hater you a confused fan oh well I can see F*ck with me and you see what happend to Z bitch it’s Nothin to me Put a spell on you like the ABC witches but Be! Careful, talkin off I got an earful Of you sayin I ain’t shit, maybe it’s the truth What happend to me, I don’t wanna happen to you Except I made it through You so weak you find an excuse What day of the week works for you Where we can sneak of and and get it through to you I don’t really know what’s not computing I’m the greatest and youngest rapper to touch the mic, since J Mind was soothing I take pride in myself even if it means I’m losing Never will I ever go and delete my music (Like Some) I say the shit I want to even if it’s stupid Like saying I fucked J Lo after we was struck by cupid That ain’t no love arrow I got hit by a Buick 120 on the gas and I ain’t stoppin Im crusin I ain’t done with this rap shit until I’m 87 and got grandkids about the age of eleven And then I’ll be producin until I’m fuckin dead Killing these beats to death until I’m placed on bed... But I ain't never gonna die (Never) Done... Welcome to the album