You my life, you wanna away whats mine, but I got my and Ill keep 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 shame everytime that my pen the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who tries to rap but even sing, the time he sounds good is when hes spreading his rumors, or filling up his beer gut with the 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 smoked you, both you. Dont you got something 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 can suck 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 but this lonely road I follow. Im not cause I know coming home tomorrow.
Dr. Drew says he dont me. If hes got a problem with my penis he can fight me. Motherfuckers think Im on the radio 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 when I spit, and only few can match it cause Im 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 meet me, say Hi, how you doin? I dont need that other crap 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 back saying how the fuck did he do it?