You my life, you take away whats mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing 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 your name to shame that my pen hits the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who to rap but cant even sing, the only time he sounds is when hes spreading his rumors, or filling up his beer gut the last of his Coors. Crap, I aint yet, and dont you ever compare me to you, Im the next Trent, your that dude Pro Tools at noon and now chockin cause your career is over for you. I fuckin smoked you, you. you got something betta to do, than tell each other whos cuter? Mr. Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your moms a loose bitch, and her two kids can suck my dick, you know who is.
As I walk alone, I still for tomorrow. Dont you forget that I meet you there wont be no sorrow. These streets are cold but this road I follow. Im not scared cause I coming home tomorrow.
Dr. Drew says he dont like me. If hes got a with my penis he can fight me. Motherfuckers think cause Im on the radio they can buy me and put this right beside me. You think Im a sit here Fuck that, I aint gonna let no psychooooo punk back. In my city, milli milli sing it with me, I got the Truth in the Spirit, you can try and hit me. Theres a certain when I spit, and only few can match it cause Im right above the ceiling, its a normal habit, why these people say I kill 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 that other crap like Wow, I knew how you grew up or you can take the other and just say Wow, how you blew up, but behind my back your saying how the fuck did he do it?