, I'm the scheisse, pass Doctor Dre some I can't leave the game, I just can't walk away son No not-a-now, not a chance, not today, son I can't believe
bout guns like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all? Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I
Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been
what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm
So I continued in my charlatan ways Did I say heart? I meant to say guts So now, I'm on my own And I'm sorry that you've gone
the naysayers I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass players They say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut
on your face I ain't had nothin' to offer accept for frowns So for that I'm sorry I promise if I could sing another song, I would I wish I could tell
Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle Shake that body, party that body Don't fuck with Ghost ,you'll feel sorry That's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm
Front like you ain't feeling my charm, because I know you are I'm trying to see how your lips feel Oh I'm sorry, my name is Travee and I'm pretty much
now, you can confess and you can tell God "I'm sorry; I had the wrong cue, I was doing the wrong thing I was going after things that I thought were right
Sippin' on ciroc now Shawty is you comfortable 'Cause I'm bout to pull your top down Sorry I'm man-ish Working with a monster can you handle it Baby I
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Fuck the money I'm leavin' I'm goin' back home after I break even I said what I
on the street and say ("Yo Jeff, how 'bout a ticket, man, to your very next show?") But I say no and I tell 'em where they can go I can't believe that
to this motherfucking wickedness All these punks talking shit and I'm sick of this Talking about I'm bigger than you so what you gonna do I'm the vato
That Mother..."What!?" I didn't say nothing "Bullshit bitch!" I didn't say anything! "How you gonna tell me? I'm in your head bitch!" I was gonna compliment
now here I am and I'm walkin' down Jefferson With a bag of money back, I don't understand How the world can be full of so many evil doers I can hear '
don't really matter I'd rather be open your grave, relivin' my bladder Ain't nothin' sadder, the Mad Hatter Make a fine cheddar, keep climbin' the ladder You try follow after, I'm sorry