You my life, you wanna away whats mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing till the sun rise.
Its a game for me to watch you suffer in pain, its my favorite thing, and Im a do this till your slain. You can go and ask God, he wants 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 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 dude workin Pro at noon and now your chockin cause your career is 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 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. 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 know home tomorrow.
Dr. Drew says he dont like me. If hes got a problem 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? Fuck that, I 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 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 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?