You my life, you wanna take away mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing the sun dont rise.
Its like a game for me to you suffer in pain, its my favorite thing, and Im a do this till your slain. You can go and ask God, even he you dead. Ill put your name to shame 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 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 your cause your career is over for you. I smoked you, both you. Dont you got something betta to do, than tell each other cuter? Mr. Cool Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your a loose bitch, and her two can suck my dick, you know who this is.
As I alone, I still sing for tomorrow. Dont you forget that when I you there wont be no sorrow. These are cold but this lonely road I follow. Im not scared 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 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 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 other crap like Wow, I 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?