What I Love, Will Kill Me - Oncue

I remember when I flipped open my t-mail

Doing designs for beats over e-mail

Sound clicking, them dudes is down with it

I wanted to crown with it

Used to envision me hitting retail

I’m going for blood right now I don’t eat kale

Knew what happened when we buzz

Shout outs to (?)

Heard the shit you dropping, mm

It’s kinda weak, frail

I don’t feel nothing bitch

I don’t even speak brail

They want me to stay quiet

Tired I don’t apply it

Motherfucker I’m wired

I’m finna start a riot

This my middle finger to the world

You could tour the globe and sing to all those little girls

But I’m trying to change the way we think

Naw I ain’t lying

But I wouldn’t be mad if I saw my momma rocking me

Why you mad at Kendrick?

Shit, I’m glad he said it

You out here to kill everyone else

So why do you see me?

I only write a sentence if I’m in it

You ain’t study this game, you have poor attendance

I got shit on my mind, I think it’s time to vent it

You must be dumb deaf or blind

Cause all your shit’s horrendous

Used to get it popping over (?)

Geting rhymes up when dial up was my only option

When It was my only outlet

Proverbial Mountain, I found it

Climbed to the top then I shout this

«This my world, yes this my world

You can suck my dick til' it makes you hurl»

Didn’t come this far to fall

Used to study, but this shit’s like bar for bar

In ten minutes smoked a bowl with him, inhaled that tar

As a kid, shit got hard

I was mad at god

But I can’t hate that man he was doing his job

Now I’m only this strong cause of the shit that I saw

Uh, now they say I ain’t repping

But wait, here’s the real question

Am I supposed to rep a place that never gave a fuck about me?

Did them little rappers see him even want to talk about me?

Let’s be honest, really only like two of us popping

One of them is slept on with all the shit that he’s dropping

And he, backed by a legend, isn’t that enough?

Please, sleep on your answer

This might take a second, yeah

Huh, and if you feel me you feel me

And if you feel a certain way chances are you guilty

If I broke your heart

Be my guest, go and bill me

I play that part

Knowing that what I love will eventually kill me

If it hasn’t already.