I see these young bloods rapping about bitches and broads
Tits and Cars, ****** lost, forgot that true meaning
Lost that spark, when you spitting shit and screening
You need that heart, that shit Em spit
It's not about money, it's about my fans feeling my shit
I'm not gonna rap about money or women's honey
Just gonna rap about my ****** dead and gone, Sonny
Nate, ***** drew more shit than Wayne eva could
Snoop, don't fuck with that childish shit, do what you should
Eminem, talk that shit I know you think
Don't wash that talent off in the sink
We're responsible for this monster, this big cloud of shit
****** expect me to edit my shit for The Radio, I don't give a fuck, not one bit
If I get killed tonight, you'll know why.
When I get sniped, I'll be happy when I die
Luck and shit don't mean nothing in this bussiness
Nighty-Night my popularity
I'mma be who ever the fuck I wanna be
I'mma be me
Flush other ****** shit down the toilet
I'm gonna be forever, you bet!
