You my life, you take away whats mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing till the sun rise.
Its like a for me to watch 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 to shame everytime that my pen hits the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who to rap but cant 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 done 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 career is for you. I fuckin you, both you. Dont you got something to do, than tell each other whos cuter? Mr. Cool Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you your moms a loose bitch, and her two kids can my dick, you know who this is.
As I walk alone, I sing for tomorrow. Dont you forget that when I meet you 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 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 think Im a sit here lying? Fuck that, I aint gonna let no psychooooo 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 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 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 back your how the fuck did he do it?