CD-R

[Intro]

Yeah. Not in Kansas anymore. Hehe

[Verse 1: XV]

You can see the wheels is turnin'

I’ve been burnin' my return on CD-R

They can't play me, they be daily praying that they see me fall

Watchin’ my shows like a TV star

Run that back on your DVR

All the onlookers gotta see me off

I'm outta this world like a meteor

Bitch I got the sauce that the cast don't got

Some of my guys ain't have no shot

Til they got clocked and was back on block

Money in the vault with the trap on lock

But I snap off top when I speak on drums

I black out until I see no sun

Eat a beat up then I leave no crumbs

And my heart burn for this I don't need no Tums

Never run from the fe-fi-fo-fum

Could I go wherе them other guys won't come?

Cannot stop, еven if I got dropped

A lot of guys give you a shot just to hide yo' gun

But no deal could take this from me

All those meals gon' make me hungry

I’ll slide if it’s rain, sleet, sunny

I might fuck yo'- wait she ugly!

Oww

All of my tracks be bumpin’

Oww, underground tracks like Tugman

Oww

[?] MySpace mean nothin'

Oww

Street players always keep subin'

Oww

[?] never see a doormat

College shows try to show me where the dorm at

Midwest born where I was formed at

I came back in a whole other format

[Chorus: XV]

Never gon' end, you know he gon’ spin

I'm comin' back around

Go for the win, then do it again

I'm coming back around

Always on ten, when I go in

I'm coming back around

See how they actin' now

When I come back around

Never gon' end, you know he gon' spin

I'm comin' back around

Go for the win, then do it again

I'm coming back around

Always on ten, when I go in

I'm coming back around

See how they actin' now

When I come back around