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[Verse 1]
In my mind I’m a fighter, my heart’s a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed,
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I’m sick
Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics
Who wait for me to slip with it so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, it’s gonna explode any minute
Some lunatic lit it and it’s not Nelly
Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit
So stop dwelling and I am not failing
You fuckers are not ready, ’cause I got jelly like (Beyonce’s) pot belly
This is Destiny, yes money I’m off running
So get off of me, I’m not slowing or softening
[Chorus:]
No apologies, nah suckers I’m not sorry
You can all sue me, y’all