I tried everything, but they never listen Gotta admit it, I got the game in submission Got everybody's attention I know the truth and I am not kidding Already finished, you start back at the beginning How am I already winning How am I already winning How am I already winning I'm going in but I'm off it [?] I know the guy in the cockpit Drinks on me tonight Too many songs, never hollowed All these drugs, never overdosed You better pay all what you [?] Pray to the Holy Ghost One more time, make a toast This is the life you chose I saw you out, you froze I got my boys on the road that will follow you home I can tell you got a bottomless soul I keep it clean like I'm body and soul Living my dream like I still have [?] But I'm more awake than a lot of you folk I'm just a misfit needin' some whisky Soon as it hits me, I'm gettin' tipsy I'll be a legend if they ever kill me Press in your head, just tell 'em to bill me I could care less if they ever feel it Gotta say something, you better spill it Send in a pack and they always seal it Can't trust anybody, they might steal it Better take caution, you [?] Whoever's talkin', they better stop Get someone to pop 'em while they out jogging Now with the bag, I'm feelin' like Santa Rockin', now Santana I could pull up in the Phantom I don't need any attention Got to reload my presecription Time to reload the Wesson I feel like I'm in a Western I done check into the Western Time to reload the Wesson I feel like I'm in a Western I done check into the Western Time to reload the Wesson I feel like I'm in a Western I done check into the Western Now that I got you to give me your attention I be hopin' you keep it positive, I don't want there to be tension 'Cause I'm not gonna start defending What come out the Smith & Wesson will sling you into another dimension And you better show me that you got the point Because if I think you ain't get it then you gon' have to get the hollow-point 'Cause what I'm finna spark, it's not a joint And when I walk in the room, they see me, you ain't even gotta point And when we get together, ain't nobody fuckin' with us Show nothing but love or you can spill a bucket of blood Causin' a ruckus, it'll get ugly if I touch it so fuck it, I gotta tuck it or knuckle up in the club Buckle up, I'm about to get busy Better be ready for the phenomenal feat that I am about to produce I got the juice, I got the proof, I am the truth I got the loop, I got the coupe, and I get loose When I am wit' Aaron we starin' 'em right in the face [?] murderer [?] rhythm And if he enter my area over the barrier then I'ma show 'em why somebody better be comin' to get 'em And I be teachin' 'em a lesson Come up out of this alive and it'll really be a blessing I eat 'em up like a delicatessen Semi-automatic flows when I reload the Wesson Twista