Giving you a selection of perfection   No need to question why I leave these other vatos with manic depression   Missdirection, leaving them guessing and leaving them stressing   And leave them sketching, did I mention I'm not resting   Until they feel my agression, my profession is positive   Competative and negetive, leave holmes sedated like a sedative   Hypnotize, mesmerize, I got more swirls in my eyes, swirls in my eyes   You're getting sleepy, trying to stay up and it's burning your eyes   Hurting your eyes, look at all the fear in your eyes, tears in your eyes   You keep on screaming but they still ain't even hearing you   Guys begging for attention, attention   Homey I was riding back in seventh grade in detention   I have to send those fools back to the drawing board   Ten seconds of your song and I'm already bored   Making me snore, I won't be listening to that no more   You vatos make me not want to listening to rap no more   Hoping you don't have no more      [Chorus]   Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one   Got so many styles homey, go ahead and pick one   I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them   Pick which one you like and ride with any of them   Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one   Got so many styles ese, go ahead and pick one   I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them   Pick which one you like and ride with any of them      Simon, you brought more time but what you saying   Quit saying the same thing over, it's over   My rhymes are tighter and wiser as I get older   Look over your shoulder, I'm colder than Porter   Way of life like a solar system   Can't take the heat then get your ass out the kitchen   You got three minutes to make your distance   'cause I'm blowing up this motherfucker and everything in it   Beginning to finish it, ain't nobody the sinnest   And you fucking hynas acting like you're a highness   You were a ten, with your attitude minues six   Now you're just a poor stupid whore I'd fuck on the floor, bitch   Who in the fuck do you think you are, walking around like some kind of star   It feels good, real good, when you take that fucking feeling too far   Oh man, Lil' Rob all up in the canton   When I'm on the microphone they call me Ese Patron   Someone stop me, nuh-huh nuh-huh leave me alone   I'm feeling good, I'll feel this way until the thrill is gone      [Chorus]      Hey I can't trust nobody, not even a fucking friend of me   I've gotta treat you as if you may become my worst enemy   People using my name and shit, bitch leave me out of it   Patience, had a little bit but I just ran out of it   Just like my respect for you, it's hard being me   I could tell you a million times but you still ain't hearing me   You need to open your fucking eyes 'cause you still ain't seeing me   My style's firme, homey there ain't no beating me, no defeating me   They call me selfish, oh well greedy   Ain't nobody gonna take care of me but me   You said that they said one thing, you said that I said something   Making something out of nothing, Lil' Rob don't say nothing   Ain't that something, how they think this is a fun thing   Time to fucking end you, make you a fucking done thing   You do dumb things, no explanations for your actions   Actions speak louder than words, don't say a word      [Chorus]