You want my life, you wanna take away what's mine But I got my rights and I'll keep singin' 'till the sun don't rise
It's like a game for me to watch you suffer in pain It's my favorite thing, and I'ma do this shit 'till you're slain You could go and ask God, even he wants you dead I'll put you into shame every time that my pen hits the paper Mista Mista I'm the new Docta Davis, who tries to rap, but can't even sing The only time he sounds good is when he's spreadin' his rumors Fillin' up his beer gutt with the last of his Cooler's Yeah Right, Dumb Man, don't you ever compare me to you I'm the next Dre, you're that dude who can (?) And now you're chokin' 'cause your career is over for you I fuckin' smoked you, both you, don't you got something Better to do than they tell each other who's cuter Mr Cool Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your mom's a loose bitch And her two kids can suck my dick, you know who this is!
[Chorus] As I walk alone.. I still sing for tomorrow Don't you forget that when I meet you, there won't be no sorrow These streets are cold, but this lonely road I follow I'm not scared, 'cause I know I'm comin' home tomorrow
Hello? Dr. Drew says he don't like me If he's got a problem with my penis, he can bite me Motherfuckers think 'cause I'm on the radio They can buy me and put these asse's right beside me You think I'ma sit here lying Fuck that I ain't gonna let no psychologist pump back in my city nine milly milly Singin' with me I got the truth and the spirit, you can try to hear me There's a certain magic when I spit and only few can match it, 'Cause I'm right above the ceiling, it's a normal habit That's why these people say I killed their fake God (?) So take up all these feelings, so when you need me Just say, "How you doin'?" I don't need that other crap about how u grew up And You can take the other route and just say "Wow you Blew up " But behind my back, you're sayin', "How the fuck did he do it"
As I walk alone.. I still sing for tomorrow Don't you forget that when I meet you, there won't be no sorrow These streets are cold, but this lonely road I follow I'm not scared, 'cause I know I'm comin' home tomorrow
Yo, some may view me as a villain, They treat me like a felon So music's like a weapon My mind is like my senses I know when they pretend shit Acting like it's friendship Kiss my fucking necklace Ask Joe hes my motherfucking witness In every single line I spit I spit like I'm 2pac and shit But yeah, I'm still rocking it, still walking it They ask Deuce, "Why you talking it?"