L.E.G.A.C.Y - No Apology lyrics
[L.E.G.A.C.Y - No Apology lyrics]
Who you looking at? Me?
You think you can dress up like
Me and be a rockstar? No sir
No sir, you have no ideal what it takes
Hmm, what? You think it's all sex, drugs
And rock n roll
No Apologies (Whut thee Mixtape)
Don't feel sorry for me, nah khrysis
Ugh, some other shit
Two steps, from being done with this rap
Got people wondering, what's under his hat
What's he thinkin' n
What's he drinkin' n
Who's he fuckin' n, who's productionin'
Will he ever stop? Will Mayhem ever drop?
Anchors away, questions I face everyday
Who's he cool with?
Is he the best at new school shit?
Why everything he drop tight
But he's not in the spotlight
Why he don't shine
Why he so mad in every rhyme
How's the single doing?
What dreams is he pursuing?
Still chasing em, LB coming? What label n?
Rip the Craddle n
He's as dope as they make em man
Murda 5-0-6, best of his time? No shit
You heard of me?
Kill the Ruory and murda kings
Slice ATL, with a knife blade he's hell
Kill SOB's but you don't feel Leg OC?
But I don't want you to feel sorry for me
And when I'm gone
I want you to party for me celebrate my life
Celebrate what I've done
Never wait on life, celebrate buss ya guns
I'm fucking mad dude
But why the fucking attitude?
Why's he hating you? Why's
He so confrontational?
Spit runs from the mouth
Through the calm they waited
My shit will never come out
Guess the monkey's constipated
I'm curious, ya'll who fucks got me serious
Is time running out?
Are his rhymes running out?
Who knows? Will he be there
When the crew blows? Gun powder
I only believe in one power
And God knows, that I mean well
And God knows, that I been through hell
And came back, J4 he's with the same mask
Hockey shit
Frustrated but he still drop the hit's
Faithfully
Like Evan's book by the State you see
Not a regular dude
Running with a regular crew
We dash different, dudes tryna scribe like me
My imaginary friends
They don't even like me
Believe my words
Murdered every song I've been on
Have you even heard any song
That I've been on?
Did you pay attention? If yes
How much did it cost?
You want change back? How much
Time have you lost?
Difference in me and you
Is that your head is too weak
Deep end of the pool ma niggas
Leg is too deep
All these shallow, how rappers wanna battle
There's no money in that
Make dope songs n run with that
My track record
Is like Carl Lewis being injected
With some of that eyes rolled back
But you should know that i'm too cerebral
My words stab you, like Loons people
Talented as Mr ripley
All the while I'm that witty fuck off
This is Leg or maybe I should dumb it down
Cut off a chicken's head
And watch it run around
Rapper's don't like me cuz I'm RAW
Better than them
And Rapper's don't like me cuz
I'm more clever than them
You think you can dress up like
Me and be a rockstar? No sir
No sir, you have no ideal what it takes
Hmm, what? You think it's all sex, drugs
And rock n roll
No Apologies (Whut thee Mixtape)
Don't feel sorry for me, nah khrysis
Ugh, some other shit
Two steps, from being done with this rap
Got people wondering, what's under his hat
What's he thinkin' n
What's he drinkin' n
Who's he fuckin' n, who's productionin'
Will he ever stop? Will Mayhem ever drop?
Anchors away, questions I face everyday
Who's he cool with?
Is he the best at new school shit?
Why everything he drop tight
But he's not in the spotlight
Why he don't shine
Why he so mad in every rhyme
How's the single doing?
What dreams is he pursuing?
Still chasing em, LB coming? What label n?
Rip the Craddle n
He's as dope as they make em man
Murda 5-0-6, best of his time? No shit
You heard of me?
Kill the Ruory and murda kings
Slice ATL, with a knife blade he's hell
Kill SOB's but you don't feel Leg OC?
But I don't want you to feel sorry for me
And when I'm gone
I want you to party for me celebrate my life
Celebrate what I've done
Never wait on life, celebrate buss ya guns
I'm fucking mad dude
But why the fucking attitude?
Why's he hating you? Why's
He so confrontational?
Spit runs from the mouth
Through the calm they waited
My shit will never come out
Guess the monkey's constipated
I'm curious, ya'll who fucks got me serious
Is time running out?
Are his rhymes running out?
Who knows? Will he be there
When the crew blows? Gun powder
I only believe in one power
And God knows, that I mean well
And God knows, that I been through hell
And came back, J4 he's with the same mask
Hockey shit
Frustrated but he still drop the hit's
Faithfully
Like Evan's book by the State you see
Not a regular dude
Running with a regular crew
We dash different, dudes tryna scribe like me
My imaginary friends
They don't even like me
Believe my words
Murdered every song I've been on
Have you even heard any song
That I've been on?
Did you pay attention? If yes
How much did it cost?
You want change back? How much
Time have you lost?
Difference in me and you
Is that your head is too weak
Deep end of the pool ma niggas
Leg is too deep
All these shallow, how rappers wanna battle
There's no money in that
Make dope songs n run with that
My track record
Is like Carl Lewis being injected
With some of that eyes rolled back
But you should know that i'm too cerebral
My words stab you, like Loons people
Talented as Mr ripley
All the while I'm that witty fuck off
This is Leg or maybe I should dumb it down
Cut off a chicken's head
And watch it run around
Rapper's don't like me cuz I'm RAW
Better than them
And Rapper's don't like me cuz
I'm more clever than them