's not what they would say about me... That's not what they would say about me... That's not what they would say about me... That's not what they, would say
know... I know you guys asked me if Roman's Revenge was about Kim... and no, I, it's not about Kim... Actually if Kim thought it was about her, I'm so
wanna hear me rap beggin' for freestyle skills I've served so many rappers I can make a land field fool You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings
then they love you again get away from me loniless get away from me misery get away from me fake sh-t, I can't take the phoniness get away from me wack
don't even sound like they believable But you can ask your daddy and uncle about E-feazible They'll say he the gospel, he a for real fisher He used to cop from me
haunt me and taunt me Follow me pursue me confuse me they want me They come at me from all angles and dangles Memories in front of me, but I wont run
if all fails I got a automatic But I don't wanna kill him, I wanna kill his habit But some may say I'm goin about it the wrong way But they don't stay
me you cunning little cunt, deceitful witch you thought you had me, 'till my shrink told me this hook: the problem is all inside your head she said to me
me Shoot my shadows had enough he?s fed up he left me I?m all alone but I love being lonely We outta the trees me and Moka only Start a single fine line
thinner line between on point and out of focus, BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory, And how I levitate from the fate time put before me, They say
level we don't give a fuck About what you think about us, how you feel about us What you got to say about us We gon keep doin' our motherfuckin' thing
a higher motherfuckin level -- we don't give a fuck About what you think about less how you feel about us What you got to say about us We gon keep
to tell you much about this one Because the song is like the song is like self-explanatory You know what I mean? It's called My Own Hell Story about me
when I come you got love for me 'Cause I'm a super superstar You know we're super superstars Now break me down, check my resume, tell me what it say
about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time) (There's someone like me) (Every year about this time) About
dollar deal For the goodness come and get killers in my red Fed they fond - cause man I ask niggas used to crazy Killers, Killers - ready to ride down
