My car starts itself, parks itself and auto-tunesĪnd y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussyĬlassic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box Now his career's Lebron's jersey in twenty years Into that post office and tell 'em to hang it up I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back Or how I would kill for him for him to know it To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr.Dre on the Chronic My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin' to blow it To going and buying four or five of the homies the iron man Audi This one's for you and me, living out our dreamsīy the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie So let 'em bic's raise 'cause I came with five nine
I wanna just say thanks 'cause your hate is what gave me the strength Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cageĪnd let it be known from this day forward What it take to get it through your thick skulls Little hussy ass buzzards, fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it Or was it, 'cause them bitches wrote him off Wasn't 'cause he had buzzards circle around his head Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it 'Cause he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothingīrain fuzzy, 'cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz You stayed the same, 'cause cock backwards is still cock you pricksĬause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite Poppin' shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit Only thing I ever gave up's using no more excusesĮxcuse me if my head is too big for this buildingĪnd pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
There is or there ever will be, disagree?įeel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point 'em' skyward uh