Con-Fid-Ence

There's a long road ahead of me, You'll never get a better seat Than right there on your sofa listening to my second CD Since Asleep I've been constantly wrestling me I had to face reality and actually question defeat See, I think it's all because I'm light-skinned But the ones hating on me is these mother-fucking white kids I mean jeez, you should see all of the disses All the "suck a dick I'll kill you fucking bitch" I'm like what the hell is this shit? I thought it was rappin' for the kids Not rappin' for you bitch, you simply don't exist Won't pay attention to the henchman who was sent in to prevent me from Possessing everything I ever wanted No, I am not a product knock off, back stock last option I'm a full thought process, defined hypothesis A why not, who, how, what if I'm always thinking how it's all about confidence Cause if you're thinking negative then by god it is What you thinking 'bout it turns it in to how you live But I wanna be rich, six kids in a sick crib Pushing a whip, that Waltrip, would give a sixth rib for And no shit this is what these bitches strip for With real tits, this is what they suck dick for And no lie, it costs to be alive And I'm lucky cause I feel I got an extra set of eyes on me Watching, making sure it's done properly And making sure I earn that waterfront property Cause nothing's handed to you, you've gotta demand it, dude Not only must you know it, but you've gotta understand it too A Young man, just started standing on my two Started planting a garden, planning for the fu- -ture, with that, who needs a feature? I got sixteens that will leave them in a wheelchair I've been real way before my first pube hair Or way before I first played truth-or-dare And I chose truth, those who hoax I will expose you There's no room for ballooned ego's and vocals Pro tools doesn't really mean you flow, fool And I'm a pro, this is flowing through my nostrils