Letras

Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me bro'
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
"Goodnight its over with" that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow...

Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones
There you go
Yeah
Yo, yoHave you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behind
All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding...