This past year I probably made a few thousand mistakes/
but shit'll be different in the year 2008/
more then likely a new thousand will hate/
Ima just do my job, make my rounds, no debate/
like I was a presidential candidate/
solid platform && a plan of fate/
for every man and mate/
that I can stand or hate/
but the later isn't really how I operate/
never plan on living my life as a failure/
minding my own business end up dead like Sean Taylor/
man, I couldn't bear it like Baylor/
so, from now on everyday for me is a "Victory"/
be nice to every dick I see/
cuz they can't do shit to me/
but I attract all their tips to me//
