Besedila: T PAIN. Prevolver. So Much Pain.

Man i got way to many calls
to let the hatin' get to me,
especially when i know you aint gone
bring the shit to me,
so on and so forth,
i'm so on and so forceful,
young fire kick drums,
leave a print of a horse shoe,
everywhere i go my shit getting played coz,
i aint in the hood,
coz i stay in the Rave clubs,
keep using them big words that i don't understand,
i take it as disrespect then turn your face to a cave cuz,
now that's stupid from a compo aspect,
but so is rollin up weed in my published sen cheques,

you don't think nappy boy is the clique,
or t-pain is the shit,
you must be snorting on some fucking anthrax,
now that's old school white shit,
my tongue wearing skinny jeans,
my flow on that tight shit,
love from a nigga is the only thing i might get,
everything else i got if not i'll buy it, now try this..
I surrounded by so much hate,
aint gone let another take my place,
i'm sick and tired of all these lies,
yall niggers aint felt no pain...