For me there's no need to tote glocks/
I talk shit, walk hard like Dewey Cox/
kiddie days were the only time I touched the rocks/
Amare Stoudemire, work hard to rep my block/
just need Steve Nash to pass me the beats/
but I'm justa writer don't need to rap for these streets/
&& I ain't D-Wade man, I never played with the heat/
useda know cats that thought it was cool to know me/
until they thought I was a 1 man team like Kobe/
now I'm all alone, but like Greg Oden I blaze trails/
put me on a record, man you'll raise sales/
call me RVD, I'm the whole fuckin show/
&& I'ma keep rapin til I can't stand it no fuckin mo/
cuz I'm dedicated to this shit like the UBW/
your reply's let me know that this shit troubles you/