Life, Luv, & Pain

Let's set the record straight, I spit truth from the gate
 My mind creates a sickness, I inject it on my street date
 Me and my brother pushing street rap grace
 The Psychorealm in style since 1-9-88
 Stepped in the game in '97 with the gutter tape
 Increased the murder rate by slaying mics to further cake
 We set the stakes high and that's the reason why
 These motherfuckers want to see you die
 I let a hater do his job, I cater to the mob
 So they wanna introduce the creator to a sick dog
 It ain't my fault rap greater cause a God
 And it trips me out that's envious, emotions of a broad
 I do it for the love and I do it as a job
 So don't bother me unless you got five to ten large
 It's Sick Jacken from the Double S squad
 Living life behind 16 bars, fuck a rap star
 If the homies get mad at your shine they're not homies
 Success comes with enemies, that's why the top's lonely
 This thing's beyond careers, it's blood, sweat, and tears
 These records document our lives, they're just souvenirs
 The road to the top is never easy
 But I'll be in it till my last breath leaves me
 Man I ain't the dopest rapper, I ain't the hardest MC
 But for some reason I get caught up in the jealous envy
 You see it's music from the heart so we spit it from the soul
 And spit for every borough, ever street, every ghetto
 Every youngster out here listening want to be a part of this
 Let me break it down for them, show em how hard it is
 Nothing came easily, always had to struggle
 With hopes and big dreams that one day we gonna bubble
 Busting freestyles with homies on street corners
 Cold winter nights with my thermal on, trying to get warmer
 Remember days when I never even had a show
 Did my first talent show fucking with them scandalous hoes
 As I sit back and reminisce, I put the pieces together in my life and how it came to this
 My favourite love is hip hop man, I stay with this
 Success, the best revenge keep these haters pissed
 Cause all my life has been a bumpy road
 And I ain't never looking back, keep my mind on my money dawg
 I got 99 problems, haters is one
 Fakes homies come and go, more enemies come
 Jealousy and hatred, envious styles
 Thrusting fake handshakes gonna be matching their smile
 Take a look around your shoulder, watch your front
 Expect the unexpected, fools ready to dump
 Motherfuckers ain't what they tend to be
 But nevertheless I still pray for my enemies
 They say the streets loves me but they're too cutthroat, they're icecold
 That's why I run with the psychos, you gotta be aware of all the power the mic holds
 Shit you say, touch mines, it echoes at live shows
 So I got a decade in the game, I'd rather have a record last forever than the fame
 You can quote what I'm saying
 And I don't give a fuck if you're shitting on my name
 Cause I do it for the music, my life, love, and pain