You my life, you wanna away whats mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing the sun dont rise.
Its like a game for me to watch you 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 name to shame everytime that my pen the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who to rap but cant even sing, the only time he sounds good is when hes his rumors, or filling up his beer gut the last of his Coors. Crap, I aint done yet, and dont you 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 smoked you, 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 still for tomorrow. Dont you that when I meet you there wont be no sorrow. These streets are cold but this lonely I follow. Im not scared cause I know coming tomorrow.
Dr. Drew says he dont like me. If hes got a problem with my he can fight me. Motherfuckers think cause Im on the they can buy me and put this asshole right beside me. You Im a sit here lying? Fuck 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 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, 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 up, but behind my back your saying how the fuck did he do it?