Marshall Mathers Type Beat - Nate Husser

All I ever did was work hard for this sht

Thinkin back to when Chris was locked in the bin On my birthday in New York I

was pissed

Piss drunk spittin fck the law fck the pigs

Now 2 years later we tha offence ya bish Thought that we was gone we was up in

ya bitch I feel like JR w no shirt at the ships

And then I thank God forgive all of my sins

You ain’t had to do nothin for this piece sht Coulda left me in the hood wit

the dogs in the pit Left for dead w the snakes, the hogs and the pigs I think I

seen it all, see my mind’s hella bent

I rock pyjamas at the shows bottles in the VIP wifey got the whip,

engine Issa v6

I push the back from the 514 to the 6

This one for all my dogs in the bin

Pre chorus:

Say I

I Don’t like

Say I I I I

You’re talking too nice to me You’re talking too nice to me Something ain’t

right

We just don’t vibe

My ear itchin, my side pinchin

I think one of my side bitches bitchin about me

And voodoo doll stickin and stabbin pictures of my face

Cryin bout the places we been wishin she could erase Cause now when she go

anywhere she think of Nathan And how I used to dick her any time and location

And how it wasn’t a problem to pay sht

And how patient I was before goin ape sht And tear the place to the bassment

I bought u bracelets

And necklaces, ya neck was excellent Sex faces I make a mess of em

Still wasn’t enough for me to want to leave the rest of em alone I must admit

that my appetite has grown

And ion really see myself tryna starve it

I rather take my dick and lock it behind bars

I know it’s kinda hard for one to grasp as a concept

But since my pops left I’m a bastard

And I come off like I’m super social

I’m used to exposure to the vultures is never good for the culture I’m usually

in my house cuttin coke up

Weighing bags and pumpin weights

Fkn hoes, eatin, recording late

I’m kind of a tough one to relate to

Can u relate to that

Can’t do that stuff u do in Nate’s shoes

I break bread

Breadfruit, I’m fruitful cause of my labor

My hustle my time and my favours I don’t owe none naa