Crutches

[Intro]
Crutches
You need me to walk nigga
You need me to walk nigga
You need me
Come on
Me and Khrysis
Feel this shit
Drugs..
Crutches..
Crutches..

[First Verse]
First off
Fuck you
Point blank
I'm above you
Don't talk up to me
Do not walk up to me
Don't speak up to me
Please don't reach to me
Do not rap to me
Do not adapt to me
Don't get in my flesh
Don't diss or respect
Don't be suggestive
Don't speak of the collective
JL(Justus League) got egos
What the hell we for the people
Talk shit on your website
Young rappers mocking Legs life
Never be hot as me
Always stay frozen
Never rock like me
I'm the one chosen
To carry this stake
Heavy
But I carry the weight
Backbrace
Victory will be my last taste
Nothing without 9th beats
Even acapellas apply to you
Flameboy
Girls got me hand held like Gameboy
(JL)Leagues over rated
Seems you over hated
Fuck them all
Stay on that junk like Rush Limbaugh

[Hook] x 2
Coke
Weed
Dope
Speed
Liquor
Cigarettes
Quick get ya meth
Heroin chills
Go pop your pills
Downers
Uppers
Walk on crutches

[Verse Two]
As I awoke
Hungover with no rope
Natural Born Killers
Spinning in the DVD
A natural born spitta
I'm the same ol me
Mass murda crazy
Used to be the black gerber baby
Then I got ugly
They thought that they could touch me
Didn't age well
Run DMC began to raise hell
Tear up
Destroy shit
Helicopters get deployed quick
I'm King Kong
Bundy when I bring songs
Fucking up shit
Lady killer when I touch chicks
In bite size pieces
Arms to short to fight Jesus
Long enough to fight Devils
Tough
Oh the life Rebel
Hold ma clique up
Don't burn bridge
Blow it up
Shrapnel
Make dark shit
You pastel
The trendsetta
Oh by the way
And for the record
My daughter's mom flipped
Got me on some E-mon shit
Don't want you back bitch
In a verse..
That's it..

[Hook] x 2

[Verse Three]
Cold fruit drinks
On ma shoulder a moose mink
With a fur cap to match
Bury the hatchet of rap
Bet I get the last laugh
Rise and Fall like NASDAQ
The Ups Downs
Celebrate when I touch down
Do the ickey shuffle
Leave feathers and cities ruffled
Bird brain
Just incase you ain't heard man
Legacy wrecks
Like he's Kanye West
Throw hooks up to me
I collide with ya'll
You look up to me
I'm the sky to ya'll
Bitch I'm a star and I live these bars
I finally come and I spin like gattlin gun
Rotisserie
I'm the Gold lyrically
Billy boy
Legacy the real McCoy
Opposite of fake
Cop ma shit you coppin weight
I'm the drug
I'm in you
I'm your blood
I'm the drug
I'm in you
I'm your blood

[Hook] x 2