You my life, you wanna away whats mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing the sun dont rise.
Its like a game for me to you suffer 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 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 is when hes spreading his rumors, or filling up his beer gut with the of his Coors. Crap, I aint done yet, and 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 smoked you, both you. Dont you got something betta to do, than each other whos cuter? Mr. Cool Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your moms a bitch, and her two kids can suck my dick, you know who is.
As I walk alone, I still for tomorrow. Dont you that when I meet you there wont be no sorrow. These streets are cold but lonely road I follow. Im not cause I know coming home tomorrow.
Dr. says he dont like me. If hes got a problem with my penis he can fight me. Motherfuckers think cause Im on the 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, milli 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 like 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 your saying how the fuck did he do it?