(Intro)
You are watching a master at work
Uh, we workin, aha
Yo Rosenberg, what’s good man?
You know I feel this
South by south west, New York Renaissance sh** bout to be something
Something epic n***a
Yeaps
And if you ain’t know who this is
I go by the name of The Kid
Daytona!
We bout to do it like this for my n***a Peter
(Verse)
While I’m watching every n***a watching me closely
I know they doubt, I know they hate, I hate what most say
Really I don’t think he’s great, at most he’s okay
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Some say they underrated, one day I’mma rotate
On radio but lately though been on my own way
Try not listen, I’m positioned in my own lane
Some people say that he be spittin like the OJ
A compliment, but honest sh**, I’m just that old Day-tona
Roll up in the party like I’m on skates
Skate over something, never have to go on dates
I’m from around the way, with pounds of spray get most days
n***as cop on Broadway
To make the money stretch, stay with chefs like those feds
They clever the roach bread, you know the ray
Never speak to police, hold yo peace til you go to grave
Lookin over both shoulder blades
Both eyes on the road to fame
Louis Lane could be the kryptonite, my heart’s novocaine
I know the game, I never fall in love with a fake b**h like Combs from Notre Dame
I’m on the main floor, reign all
Snow, sleep hell, I’mma go prevail
You can stave thirsty b**hes, I don’t mean well
Get it? I don’t mean well
sh** with it, I need a V12
I’m like C4, the next to blow up
Show up at enemies’ doors like wuddup
Elevated to the top floor, you a come up
Been getting brain from blonde b**hes, it was never dumb luck
I’m like Bruce with nun chucks, Jordan in the fresh pair
I lead in interviews, Bobby Fish and chess playa
Ain’t no rest here, I just handle my bizz
Never letting up so what they asking is yo
Ain’t no rest here, I just handle my bizz
Never letting up so what they asking is
Can I live? Can I live?
Can I live n***a?
Can I live?