Текст песни Now You See My Life - Deuce

There once was a kid named Deuce

Who got sick and tired of being picked on

So he got himself a nice 22

Click boom, now he's on the fucking news

Now, who's the king of these rap acts, American badass?

They say he's a class act, no wonder he's jabbed at

That's why they put me up in lights, and I rap back

And half these critics wanna mimic my crack ass

He ain't no cynic, but he knows where your dad's at

They ain't gon' finish 'til they send you to Baghdad

And minute by minute, they gon' pull you right in it

You gon' end up at clinics because they put you on Xanax

But don't you worry, I'm back, yeah, Deuce is back with a black hat

Cape and a black cat, baby, I'm the new Batman

You know only Angie can grab that

I don't need no groupies tryna grab at

My pants, hoping I'ma go back and tax that

I ain't ending up in no place with no bad rash

How come I get laughed at by media trash bags?

Just because I'm white and I sing like I'm half-black?

Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty

You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad

Try and take my pride? We both know that's silly, know that's silly

But you want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad (Skee-Lo)

I'm gonna make it, no matter how long it takes me

I'm sick of lower living, I can't allow it to break me

My neighbours hate me, all they do is just make me

Bounce back, get on my hustle, achieving great things

An architect, building my future, watching it grow

Reaching out to the youth, and I'm teaching 'em what I know

I done seen a lot of people do anything for the dough

Even rob, steal, kill, good girls that turned pro

Good fellas turned stick-up, kids I used to know

Little Bobby graduated, and college he couldn't go

The Earth rotates, a thousand thirty-seven and a third

Cops pull us over, tonight, I'm on the curb

Getting handcuffed, deputies searching for contraband

I'm face-down, talking to God, he understands

Tomorrow, I'ma start a new life, a changed man (yeah)

But tonight, I might be going to jail for eight grams, and-

Now you see my life, and it looks so pretty, looks so pretty

You want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad

Try and take my pride? We both know that's silly, know that's silly

But you want what you can't have, and you know that's too damn bad

I was born to rip shit, born with too much wit (yeah, yeah)

That's why they call me The Whiz Kid, 'cause I drop hits (yeah, yeah)

Mimic me? I'm too sick, you can't hang, I'm too quick (yeah, yeah)

What's my name? Deuce, bitch, it's the new shit (yeah, yeah)

Leaving egos bruised, and, yeah, you're trapped, you're stupid

Tryna step in my shoes, but it's foolish

I'm cuckoo, homie, I got screws loose

Fuck Tool, you can kiss my ass too, bitch

You and your Doctor Phil affiliates

You're worth two cents of my time and a few bars

So move, bitch, as long as I'm doing music

I'ma be a nuisance, it's a new movement