Asher Roth - Con-Fid-Ence lyrics
[Asher Roth - Con-Fid-Ence lyrics]
Ash Roth baby, baby, ooh, yeah
There's a long road ahead of me
You'll never get a better seat
Than right there on your sofa
Listening to my second CD
Since Asleep I've been
Constantly wrestling me
I had to face reality
And actually question defeat
See, I think it's all
Because I'm light-skinned
But the ones hating on me
Is these motherfucking white kids
I mean jeez, you should see all of the disses
All the "Suck a dick
I'll kill you fucking bitch"
I'm like what the hell is this shit?
I thought it was rappin' for the kids
Not rappin' for you bitch
You simply don't exist
Won't pay attention to the henchman
Who was sent in
To prevent me from possessing
Everything I ever wanted
No, I am not a product knock off
Back stock last option
I'm a full thought process
Defined hypothesis
A why not, who, how, what if
I'm always thinking how it's
All about confidence
Cause if you're thinking negative then
By god it is
What you thinking 'bout it turns it
In to how you live
But I wanna be rich, six kids in a sick crib
Pushing a whip, that Waltrip
Would give a sixth rib for
And no shit this is what
These bitches strip for with real tit's
This is what they suck dick for
And no lie, it costs to be alive
And I'm lucky cause I feel I got
An extra set of eyes on me
Watching, making sure it's done properly
And making sure I earn
That waterfront property
'Cause nothing's handed to you
You've gotta demand it, dude
Not only must you know it
But you've gotta understand it too
A young man, just started standing on my two
Started planting a garden
Planning for the future
With that, who needs a feature?
I got sixteens that will leave
Them in a wheelchair
I've been real way before my first pube hair
Or way before I first played truth-or dare
And I chose truth
Those who hoax I will expose you
There's no room for ballooned egos and vocals
Pro tools doesn't really mean you flow, fool
And I'm a pro
This is flowing through my nostrils
Seared Foie Gras with Quince and Cranberry
There's a long road ahead of me
You'll never get a better seat
Than right there on your sofa
Listening to my second CD
Since Asleep I've been
Constantly wrestling me
I had to face reality
And actually question defeat
See, I think it's all
Because I'm light-skinned
But the ones hating on me
Is these motherfucking white kids
I mean jeez, you should see all of the disses
All the "Suck a dick
I'll kill you fucking bitch"
I'm like what the hell is this shit?
I thought it was rappin' for the kids
Not rappin' for you bitch
You simply don't exist
Won't pay attention to the henchman
Who was sent in
To prevent me from possessing
Everything I ever wanted
No, I am not a product knock off
Back stock last option
I'm a full thought process
Defined hypothesis
A why not, who, how, what if
I'm always thinking how it's
All about confidence
Cause if you're thinking negative then
By god it is
What you thinking 'bout it turns it
In to how you live
But I wanna be rich, six kids in a sick crib
Pushing a whip, that Waltrip
Would give a sixth rib for
And no shit this is what
These bitches strip for with real tit's
This is what they suck dick for
And no lie, it costs to be alive
And I'm lucky cause I feel I got
An extra set of eyes on me
Watching, making sure it's done properly
And making sure I earn
That waterfront property
'Cause nothing's handed to you
You've gotta demand it, dude
Not only must you know it
But you've gotta understand it too
A young man, just started standing on my two
Started planting a garden
Planning for the future
With that, who needs a feature?
I got sixteens that will leave
Them in a wheelchair
I've been real way before my first pube hair
Or way before I first played truth-or dare
And I chose truth
Those who hoax I will expose you
There's no room for ballooned egos and vocals
Pro tools doesn't really mean you flow, fool
And I'm a pro
This is flowing through my nostrils
Seared Foie Gras with Quince and Cranberry