作曲 : Mathers(Jackson,Jackson,Mon
 作词 : Mathers(Jackson,Jackson,Mon
You're gonna be okay, kid. You're gonna be okay.
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Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique
I know that without you fans I ain't shit but y'all better read my lips
I don't spit raps that's ill for you to just hack and steal
And leak my shit so get my drift
I hope y'all don't think y'all helping me out and that shit, that shit's stressing me out
Nickle-nine is blowing up, Christmas time you should hang my album
On top of your fireplace cause around that time my stocking is going up
Feels like a victory bitter-sweet
It's bigger I get the bigger the wedge
Between the relationship of me and my bigger bro, hear what I said
Feels like this shit was wished on me, everything I do for the nigga
And the nigga know I would do anything for him
But the nigga refuse to straight shitting on me
Keeping your distance, probably best
If you don't wanna **** with me but you know me
Probably best, **** pity, you want that? ? You know it's like …. chest
Tough titty, the problem's you got a problem, you think that I'm already set
So I'mma look down on you, just be proud of me, you already got my respect
I ain't trying to say something I regret
So I'mma just stop chasing the pain
Let you deal with the fact that we don't get along cause I got a big face in the game
Sometimes I feel like **** my life
I **** with a few niggas that I know if my chick was the shady ho
Niggas wouldn't think twice before they ****ed my wife
Guess that's the difference in friends and associates
I done been broke, I done been through the motions
I don't pay no attention to birds, I use my scope and I tend to the vultures
No one ever blows up your phone just to talk
I don't make money just to loan it to y'all
Tell a nigga that then you wilding
It's like dialing and then talking to a hole in the wall
Please look at these expenses, these things is expensive
If I gotta lend you money every time I see you
Just to be your friend bitch I don't really need your friendship
I give you my all and you still take from me.
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I live in the public, I struggle with the fame
Trouble is the pain grows double, give a **** what you say
When my music you take you take so subtle , just to give it away
To people who don't even appreciate flows ,mother****er, I'm livid today
As I break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts
It's like driving a spike through my heart
You might not think it's not that big of a deal to steal from me
But music's all I got
Aside from a daughter, not to sound like a martyr
But it's getting harder than I thought
To not just go crazy crazy, trapped in this house I'm about to just snap
And I might not deserving of what I got to, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record I record
Well then please tell me why on the ? happen and I keep rapping
But I wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullshit
Cause it feels like I'm down there ain't no getting up from but I won't let it get me down
But I won't let it get me down, I won't succumb like many think
SO **** THEM
They'll appreciate me when I'm gone, they say it was ill, right?
The way I kill mics? But the way i feel right now?
It just feels like I'm so done with this shit I might as well wipe
I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute
Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you
Ladies and gentleman, Slaughterhouse I give you!
Everything not enough