You my life, you wanna take away mine, but I got my and Ill keep till the sun dont rise.
Its like a game for me to watch you in pain, its my favorite thing, and Im a do shit till your slain. You can go and ask God, even he you dead. Ill put name to shame everytime that my pen hits the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who tries to rap but even sing, the only time he sounds good is hes spreading his rumors, or filling up his gut with the last of his Coors. Crap, I done yet, and dont you ever compare me to you, Im the next Trent, your that dude Pro Tools at noon and now your chockin your career is over for you. I fuckin you, both you. Dont you got something betta to do, than tell other whos cuter? Mr. Cool Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to you that your moms a loose bitch, and her two can suck my dick, you know who this is.
As I alone, I still sing for tomorrow. Dont you forget when I meet you there wont be no sorrow. streets are cold but this lonely road I follow. Im not scared I know coming home tomorrow.
Dr. Drew says he dont like me. If hes got a with my penis he can fight me. Motherfuckers cause Im on the radio they can buy me and put this asshole right beside me. You think Im a sit here lying? Fuck that, I aint gonna let no punk back. In my city, nine milli sing it with me, I got the Truth in the Spirit, you can try and hit me. Theres a certain magic I spit, and only few can match it cause Im right above the ceiling, its a normal habit, thats why these people say I it, thank God he made a magnet to take apart these feelings. So when you meet me, just say Hi, how you doin? I dont need that other crap Wow, I knew how you grew up or you can take the other route and just say Wow, how you blew up, but behind my back your saying how the did he do it?