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 you suffer in pain, its my favorite thing, and Im a do this shit your slain. You can go and ask God, even he you dead. Ill put your name to shame everytime my pen hits the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who tries to rap but cant sing, the time he sounds good is when hes spreading his rumors, or up his beer gut with the last of his Coors. Crap, I aint done yet, and dont you ever me to you, Im the Trent, your that dude workin Pro Tools at noon and now your chockin cause your career is for you. I smoked you, both you. Dont you got something betta to do, than tell each other 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 walk alone, I sing for tomorrow. Dont you forget that when I meet you there be no sorrow. These streets are 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 problem my penis he can fight me. Motherfuckers think cause Im on the radio can buy me and put this asshole right beside me. You think Im a sit here lying? Fuck that, I 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 magic when I spit, and only few can match it cause Im right above the ceiling, its a normal habit, thats why these say I kill it, thank God he made a magnet to take apart these feelings. So when you me, just say Hi, how you doin? I dont need that other crap 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?