The Last

I'm the last of a dying breed Meaning that I’m not afraid to try a new thing Can't see me best to get yourself some Visine Toe tag a motherfucker no jokes, while these other niggas wakka wakka Other rappers try and go and get over You want that hood shit best to go and call Hova I was a good kid, backpack on my shoulder 98 test score in my Thundercat folder My cousin was older My momma used to wake up Drive me to a school cause the school was much safer But I slipped up and accidentally told a teacher Now I'm going to a school where I get beat up because I ain't get down with them other kids Probably cause I talk too white and I got a dad who's there Momma couldn't take it, sold the place and got us out of there Guest room, now the six of us splitting one with a restroom Now I'm going to this school called Rockbridge School of the neighborhood we tryna buy a house in There's not a lot of black kids So I stick out like a sore thumb with some bad acne, but really What I wanna know is why I never fit in right Like a fat dude getting on a packed flight Even when I make friends in the hallways I'm wishing I was someone else always But I'm happy that that shit happened to me Cause it taught me most important is to do me Cause everybody hates you till they love you Facebook niggas same niggas that would shove you Cause nobody was jocking my style Cause I had a high voice, they called me faggot eight mile So I stopped writing for a very long time Thinkin' that a nigga wasn't made to bust rhymes And this next part, sounds like nonsense But I swear to God, Tina Fey gave me confidence Taught me everything that is good comes from honesty Everybody's got a voice, you just gotta follow it She on a role model shit From the day that I shook her hand I knew that I'd never die a broke man So I could try this rapping shit out again The game need change, I'm a part of it People tell me I should spit under Donald Glover But I try to keep my real name undercover Cause if you hear my name, then you think it's jokes And I can't go for that, nigga Hall and Oates My nigga stay down like a winter coat I rap about my life not "I'm On a Boat" Cause this joke rap shit's gotten out of hand Only ones who do it well's Lonely Island Save the raps about your cat, I am not a fan Leave the joke raps alone, man I'm working here I do not play around with this bullshit I am different, call it new shit Labels want me to hurry and cash my check in But I keep my shit free till the last possible second Cause God knows that I don't need the money You get your clothes free when you rich, ain't it funny? But this limelight burn like a motherfuck I wanna call my dad crying but I hang up Cause I don't want him to worry, he's got his own shit So I send him a check and tell him to hold it If anything ever happens want you to know this I always took the time to smell the roses And wherever I am, I am doing fine I'm here for a good, not a long, time