Is it too much 2 ask / 4 a cute slut wit class // And a humongous ass //
Looking down at da bottom / wit a beautiful, view of da past //
Due 2 da contrast / sittin high atop beaucoup, duffels full of cash //
And a brand new coupe full of gas / on da low, only I can see u thru da glass //
Da type that a nigga be refusin 2 rap / about, 4 my music 2 last //
At last, a real dude saying real talk like hez really talkin 2 u //
Cuz hez really talkin 2 u / when I walk in da booth //
I don’t have 1 style / but I write, like itz goin 2 my pen pal //
Cuz I do, my pen is my best friend now // When my flow is so refreshin like itz goin down //
Same as pop, good 2 da last drop // Ask not, what this industry can do 4 me //
Ask what, I can do 2 this industry // Renegade, if da call is anything? //
U know da response is anything! / I’m on my grizzly / somebody, call PETA //
Similar 2 quarter-length minks, in my city / I got a cult following //
D-ROCK, betta known as ur leader // Yall need a lot more than orthopedics //
2 walk in my sneakers / can’t stop till I’m peakin / so letz start by blowin out ya speakers //
Leavin niggaz speechless / snatchin out ya voicebox //
Everytime I voice my opinion / I’mma continue / 2 show love, 2 my haterz till my heart stops //
Split it wit my fans / 50-50 // Half-Rap / Half-Hip-Hop / All-Rock //
Keep it 100 / counterfeit niggaz can’t even get a percentage // This is vintage / classic rock //
I’m just a Rollin Stone / these aint ya average stock // My rims neva stop //
Cuz my thoughts keeps spinnin / And my mind stays racing / paper-chasing //
I got a lotta catchin up 2 do / I shoulda been on, sittin comf’table //
But fuck it, I’m standin on my own 2 / and I play by my own rules //
So I won’t lose / cuz I don’t do // what they told u / man I’m no fool //
And I’m so cool / I’m my biggest fan // And my worst critic / cuz I’m no tool //
It works just fine / still find a way 2 fix it // Refining every lyric //
Make it better till da final day u hear it // 4 betta or worse / Da gift and da curse //
A perfectionist wit Pro Tools // Slick wit da hard flow like that oil spill in da Gulf Coast //
Resistance is futile / U can’t stop me, itz no use / I’m already gassed up / I don’t need no fuel //