Gifted But Twisted - The Contender lyrics

Well I got the sweet, sweet sh** that make you go crazy Bomb-a** sh** got ya feelin' kinda hazy I stay punk rock, miz it with the hip-hop Bounce in the low-low, better feel the sh** drop With fifteen minutes to lay down the track You can't step to this sh** cuz all your sh**'s whack And if a k**er beat is pumpin' through your stereo Better crank this sh** so the whole world can hear it yo And you can catch me sittin' chillin in a BK Munchin' on a cheeseburger, sippin' on a milkshake I do it cuz I love it, I love it when the beat drop And I love the fact that I never had a real job You're talkin' sh** with critical eyes But I'll see you in an hour for my burger and fries Behind the counter with your paper hat While I get paid to live it up, what you think about that I'm the contender, I rock the party Catch me with your girlfriend when she's feelin' naughty I got the power, I got the sk** co*ky as a motherf**er, dressed to k** And every single night we gettin' it on Rock the sh**, let it rip and do another one These kids hang on every single word that we spoke Man f** that sh**, I'm still just a kid and I'm f**in' broke I'm the motherf**er that's layin' down a fat beat Can't sit still cuz I'm addicted to the caffeine Still rockin' out for all the kids Still broke as f** but I'm lovin' this sh** I don't care if you front and hate Cuz I'm gettin' p**y while you masturbate You talk trach too much, you need to shut up Because you sound like a b**h homie, no one gives a f** About your friends, your car, your daddy's cash What's it like livin' lif s**in' dick and kissin' a** When you hang around with your preppy friends Pointin' fingers, talkin' sh** and takin' it in the rear end You think we're a joke but you don't seem to know We got these kids bouncin' all over the motherf**ing globe Yeah we're gettin' respect, hell yeah for sure But I'm still white trash and I'm still f**in' broke