You’re going to be okay, kid. You’re going to be okay

[Claret Jai:]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me

[Royce da 5’9″:]
Uh
Always been the type of dude that’ll feed my clique
I know that without the fans, I ain’t shit
But y’all better read my lips; I don’t spit raps this ill
For you to just hack and steal and leak my shit, so peep my drift
I hope y’all don’t think y’all helping me out with that shit
That shit stressin’ me out
Nickel nine is blowin’ up
Christmas time, you should hang my album on top of your fireplace
‘Cause around that time, my stocking is goin’ up
Feels like a victory, bittersweet
‘Cause the bigger I get, the bigger the wedge
Between the relationship of me and my bigger bro
Hear what I said?
Feels like the 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 quit just straight shittin’ on me
Keepin’ your distance? Probably best
If you don’t wanna fuck with me
But you know me probably best, fuck pity
You want that? You know it’s Laila Ali’s 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 tryina say something I regret, so I’mma just stop, chasing the pain
And 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 “fuck my life” I fuck with a few niggas
That I know if my chick was a Shady ho,
Niggas wouldn’t think twice ‘fore they fuck 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 is like dialing and then talking to a hole in the wall
Please look at these expenses, these niggas 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.

[Claret Jai:]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me

I give, and I give
And you take, and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say, you just take from me
You just take from me

[Eminem:]
I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame
Trouble as the pain grows double; give a fuck what you say
When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away
To people who don’t even appreciate flows, mothafucka, I’m livid today
‘Cause 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 that big of a deal to steal from me
But music’s all I got
Aside from my daughters, not to sound like a martyr
But it’s getting harder than I thought
To not just go crazy, trapped in this house, I’m about to just snap
Am I not deserving of what I got, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record I record
Well then please tell me why on this Earth
Lord does it keep happening, I keep rapping
But I wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullshit
‘Cause it feels like a down, there ain’t no getting up from
But I won’t let it get me down, I won’t succumb
I’m anything but glum, so fuck ’em!
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 that… I may 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 gentlemen, Slaughterhouse I give you!

[Claret Jai:]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me

I give, and I give
And you take, and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say, you just take from me
You just take from me