The Way I Am
Man, whatever Dre simply let it run Ayo, turn the beat up a tad Ayo, this melody is for anybody Screw it, simply shut up and tune in, ayo I sit back with this pack of Zig-Zag’s and this sack Of this weed, it gives me the poop should have been The most meanest MC on this—on this Earth What’s more, since birth I’ve been reviled with this revile to simply revile What’s more, simply shout this crazy and peculiar poop that works What’s more, it sells and it causes in itself to assuage this strain Apportioning these sentences, getting this pressure That has been eating me as of late off of this chest What’s more, I rest again calmly In any case, in any event have the conventionality in you To disregard me, when you cracks see me out In the lanes when I’m eating or taking care of my little girl To not come and address me, I don’t have any acquaintance with you Also, no, I don’t owe you a mothafuckin’ thing I’m not Mr. N’Sy...