Eminem's Soldier
Token
Uh
I'm not good, man
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I always thought it's crazy
Eminem grew up in Salem's Lot
I'm from Salem, but on Broughton Road
Is where I made my guap
Jewish star around my neck
To spotlight all the hate you got
Kayla got so many guns
My bitches shoot like Caitlin Clark
I was nervous the first time
That me and Joyner rendezvoused
Never thought that Ye was racist
'Cause I wrote on Donda 2
Pusha T and Game were there
But I was scared to talk to dudes
Marilyn Manson told me
They were listenin' to my song on loop
All that shit just taught me
Not to listen to the current chatter
'Cause my album flopped
But it's still brought me to my favorite rapper
I'm still mad at French Montana
Just for how he made me feel
I fucked two A&R's
Got label head without a label deal
I was two years old
When Paul Wall came out with crazy grills
I wish more white rappers studied him
Instead of Shady's skills
Nothin' worse than watchin'
Lesser versions of a G.O.A.T.
Tryna get a G.O.A.T.'s attention
With like every song they post
Get reminded of my father
Every single time I flow
'Cause all my strokes of genius
Just remind me of his strokes
How many heart attacks did that man have?
Fuck, I still don't know
It's probably more than times
I saw him from like seventeen years old
When I was seventeen
I started tourin', started gettin' busy
So focused on work
That dad became too scared to hit me
If we stayed in touch
I probably would've made sure
That he got more healthy
If I never rapped, he probably wouldn't be in the cemetery
Just some guilt that I carry
Berry flavored vodka 'til my body's
What my homies carry
Berries black me out
And that remind me of his BlackBerry
Found some naked women
On my father's phone and played it
That was really the first moment
That I felt we were related
Ten years later
My girl found some sex tapes that she ain't in
I told her: Hopsin said to film that shit
And she just cried on me
'Cause the more famous I get
Bitches will try and lie on me
And I might wanna have proof
You'll never hear a creepy story about me that is true
Ask about me
I ain't never doin' no fuck shit, if I do
I'll probably make a song about it
Before any rumors move
I'll probably make a song
About the kid I gave stitches to at the bell
I'll probably make a song
About who molested my dad at twelve
Matter of fact
It was nineteen-seventy-one inside of Tower School
And he never got fired
So be careful inside of Tower School
Look like Ludacris when I act a fool
Ménage à trois, got bitches switchin' head just like a power tool
I wanna see that rapper's body leak
And make his organs drool
I love Canada
I know they're pissed they gotta claim you
I love Massachusetts
I'm so pissed we gotta claim you
I heard the shit you said about me
Jealousy's a strange fruit
Growin' deep inside of every rapper
That surpassed me
Then they got complacent
I out lapped them like an athlete
Rep never too different
'Cause I always been the black sheep
I'm not the same color of my brothers
But we family
Grew up with some white people
Who never said no racist shit
But when I introduced them to my friends
Their voices change a bit
I start to get the feelin'
They get too much of a kick out of it
Like they think it’s so cool
To be around a different heritage
I couldn't find the words to tell these kids
I know they don't intend
But I get a feelin'
They're fetishizin' my closest friends
But I still got love for Marblehead
I just can't relate to kids who grew up with a boat and shit
Used to get so jealous
That they had a father home with them
My insecurities turned into hatred
For the most of them
But that was my bad
Still I got their home address
And egged their houses when I could
And broke in to a few of them
I've never been no bully though
I really just was so depressed
But that is no excuse to be a hater
Got my own regrets
I regret the way I intervened
Regret the way I hit the scene
Regret the way I did Jeanine
No matter how many times she's told me that she has forgiven me
Regret the way I left the pistol
In my momma's whip for weeks
That woman still deserve the world
I hope I'm here to still be able
Rest in peace Oliver Tree
I never got to tell him thank you
I believe that you don't gotta die
To be somebody's angel
No matter what happens
I know I'm blessed and I'm stayin' grateful
I just hope I ain't leavin'-