You my life, you take away whats mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing till the sun 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, he wants 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 he sounds good 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 workin Pro Tools at and now your chockin your career is over for you. I fuckin you, both you. Dont you got something betta to do, than tell each 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 know who is.
As I alone, I still sing for tomorrow. Dont you forget that I meet you there wont be no sorrow. These are cold 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 cause Im on the radio they can buy me and put this asshole right beside me. You think Im a sit here lying? that, I aint gonna let no psychooooo punk back. In my city, nine 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 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 a magnet to take apart these feelings. So when you meet me, just say Hi, how you doin? I dont need that 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?