Whose world is this? The world is yours.
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
I'm over dey heads like a bulemic on a seesaw
Some people work hard to be something that they're not, and I don't work at all, I'm just me. And that can bother anybody I'm not working nearly as hard as the other guys, and they don't like it.
The flaws, the mistakes I make - that's the real me.
I don't have time for the news clippings. I got my own mission.