Attack of the Attacking Things

[VERSE 1] Yo, this shit keeps weighin me down, beatin me up Like every day's governed by Murphy's Law It never drops, but inside I'm, tied up In stress knots and chains and bills that ain't paid I damn near work for Dun & Bradstreet Keep a bank card

1 for the beat 2 for the real Right cats who never doubted I was dropping the skill For all my peoples in NY and SA who blessed me A gas face to all those who still wanna test me 3 for the fans who already know the name 4 smacks to all wack niggaz in