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Featuring The Kid Daytona (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 shit bout to be something Something epic nigga 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 nigga Peter (Verse) While I’m watching every nigga 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 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 shit, 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 Letras de cancionesI’m from around the way, with pounds of spray get most days Niggas 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 bitch like Combs from Notre Dame I’m on the main floor, reign all Snow, sleep hell, I’mma go prevail You can stave thirsty bitches, I don’t mean well Get it? I don’t mean well Shit 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 bitches, 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 nigga? Can I live? From Letras Mania