You my life, you wanna take away mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing the sun dont rise.
Its a game 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 name to shame everytime my pen hits the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who to rap but cant even sing, the only time he sounds good is hes spreading his rumors, or filling up his gut with the last of his Coors. Crap, I done yet, and dont you ever compare me to you, Im the next Trent, your that dude workin Pro Tools at and now chockin cause your career is over for you. I fuckin smoked you, you. Dont you got something betta to do, than each other 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 who this is.
As I walk alone, I still for tomorrow. Dont you forget that when I you there wont be no sorrow. These streets are cold but lonely road I follow. Im not scared cause I know home tomorrow.
Dr. Drew says he dont me. If hes got a problem with my penis he can fight me. Motherfuckers think cause Im on the radio they can buy me and put 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 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 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?