You my life, you take away 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 till slain. You can go and ask God, even he you dead. Ill put your name to everytime that my pen hits the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who tries to rap but cant 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 aint yet, and dont you ever compare me to you, Im the next Trent, your that workin Pro Tools at noon and now your chockin cause your is over for you. I fuckin you, both you. Dont you got something betta to do, tell each other whos cuter? Mr. Cool Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your a loose bitch, and her two kids can suck my dick, you who this is.
As I alone, I still sing for tomorrow. you forget that when 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 problem my penis he can fight me. Motherfuckers think cause Im on the radio they can buy me and put this right beside me. You Im a sit here lying? 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. a certain magic when I spit, and only few can match 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 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?