We Gon' Make It

[Verse] All I ever really wanted was my name in the bright lights Tryin' to get my fanbase expandin' from Asians to white dykes I still need a fuckin' publicist It's D. Swain, and I'm giving you my butt to kiss Let me take it way back when I didn't have scratch Listenin' to music, sayin' "I can do this too!" It's cool, just do your thing Don't ever let these haters try to ruin your dreams I knew things would start slow Dealin' with a DJ with mood swings Cheap articles were made, I played my part I stayed on the charts Gotta keep my mind and my tongue razor-sharp Back then, when I did venues for chump change Why they wanna keep the top billing from Swain? Dropped the first name, added a dot And kept the last name -- "is that Swain?" -- daggit, he's hot I went away to school, then I got kicked out Shit happens, but I gotta stick to rappin' I'm still doing shows but they won't quit laughin' When I tell 'em what went down at Claflin, so that's it I get down on my knees and pray For a chance to say everything I need to say Matter fact, I said eight prayers "The College Kicked-Out" dropped five months and eleven days later All of a sudden, a star is born And to think, it all started in a dorm room More boom than a lil' bit I'm a little nitwit that made good A little quick wit will get you real far If you know how to use it Got my whole school doing music, it's true bitch And I'm still tryin' to make it in the game Tryin' to soak up all the fame But I hope it don't choke up all of Swain Yo I'm trying to get these folks to call my name I let 'em clown me so the weak could win Now I'm headed to the top with a sheepish grin Only one hit away like Bleek would've been If he would've been in my shoes, who would've thought? D. Swain taking the blame and never get caught The fame don't come easily, or cheap, or free You gotta work hard to get to where you need to be Take it from me, I know what I'm sayin' All the hatin' in my ear is getting old, but I'm waitin' For the day that I'm famous I'll have fans in Alabama like, "Man, D. Swain is a genius!" Danny Boy, not the one to mess around son Thought you suckers had me 'til I dropped the second album Fresh like a pair of starched jeans I'm still tryin' to be rap's next media darling If success is the next best thing to gettin' sex Well then, gimme that there Wait'll you see my hits I'm gon' be successful as fuck, watch me