Lyrics
8 in the mornin, a beautiful day
sun ris-in, on the horizon, o-kay
so we go blaze, an eighth, and pap-er chase
and cuz i get that money, all these taker's wait
sit there and debate, should you hate it or looove it
because this Eastcoast clique aint, nuttin to fuck wit
they dumb shit, when i come, spittin a verse
and they hatin on the kid because im sick and it hurts
and they dont wanna admit that....im real on a track
so i chill and i sit back, smokin wit a chick
that be feelin my dick fast...and OOOHHH
you dont wanna play wit this
i aint fakin when i rap, i be sprayy-in clips
i aint sayin all this just to get some attention
when i lay a new track im the one you always mention
so get down, lay down, you aint no contest'n
i dont live life, sittin back..lookin in the rearview
i stay high, comin to a speaker near you
never thought you'd see the day that I would be hott
all you critics talked shit, no appologies NOT
today, no thanks, k? better save it for the day
till i roll up outta bed and fuckin see that Im gay
id say it never gon' happen, like the day i quit rappin
quit tappin hot bitches? whatchu smokin on some crack again?
can you name one rapper, in my area code
that do it better than me --FUCK--, im bury-in more
little rap wanna-be acts, comin and goin
but i kill em everytime, and they suddenly know-in
when im blunted im flowin, spit that digital shit
that got me comin in to focus, im blowin up, quick
duck, better get guts, for you get fucked, get cut
better get nuts, for you swingin on me son
i leave thugs, fucked up, dead on arrival
no prisoners of war, this is fuckin survival
of the fittest, you get it? im the sickest to spit it
got these girlies on my dick, straight, wantin to get it
no games i aint shittin kid...cuz when i lay you down
there-aint-gon'-be..any (mother)fuckin witnesses
a sick, in-dividual....im in a mind state
ready to roll, and raise up this crime rate
i dont live life, sittin back..lookin in the rearview
i stay high, comin to a speaker near you
never thought you'd see the day that I would be hott
all you critics talked shit, no appologies NOT
today, no thanks, k? better save it for the day
till i roll up outta bed and fuckin see that Im gay
id say it never gon' happen, like the day i quit rappin
quit tappin hot bitches? whatchu smokin on some crack again?
Man...this raps critical, im scopin it oyt
my brains rotted from pot, but now im focusin now
im on this new shit, betta than, dude in the past
i getchu so madd, like you got my boot in ya ass
you fuckin wack, dont come at me, spewin ya trash
i lay ya ass, in the sewer, like they do with you rats
i dont appreciate, cops, showin up at my pad
i give a fuck though, so I keep doin it glad-ly -->
ima keep spittin shit, right in front-a ya face
the mic is my bitch, its nice, cuz she do what i say
yo...and everytime, that im holdin her soft
or grippin her tight, its caught, cuz she know what i like
...she know i want a bitch that, never talks back
that'll listen to me talk smack, every time i rap
I know ill neva find another chick like that
So ill keep on rhymin till my line go flat
