Ey, Ey I'm numb to the haters, this mic is my novacaine
And you could knock my teeth out I feel no pain
I do't want glory, sometimes I want riches
But I try to let that thought bleed out with no stiches
And I be gettin' gangsta with my old self
Lookin' at him in the mirror like I hate you Je'kob
Why you can't wake up