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