uh un
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
C'mon...
Uh...
Yeah...
come on
Aye yo, it's my life...
My time...
My rights...
My rhymes...
My grime...
My struggle, hustle, sweat and my blood too...
My predator smells fear, and I smell a lot...
My competitors fled scared, 'cause they smelt I was hot...
I want it all...
In excess, the sex, and much success...
Stress sucks, I want it all, no less...
So, come on...