I'm Not A Rapper

I was named after my grandpa, 
raised by both parents Grew up spending a lot of time with my grandma Y'all don’t really give a damn, huh? Afraid of missing the moment, somebody bring the camera Might be a Kodak Capable of great things, sorry but I know that And I know dudes that wanna go back, that’s why I feel the need to hold back Tell me I’m spoiled, my folks knew what I needed In a bad game, but the parenting succeeded So I play fair, I’m on that fair play That don’t necessarily mean that I'mma stay there Pardon the concentration I always think about chord progressions while having a conversation So what was it that you said? Is it going to my head? Growing on stories that I’ve read And I don’t feel the need to be out partying instead Spend my days mumbling in a studio In a business based on who we know Maybe I should get my priorities in order I keep thinking of all the thoughts I’ve never thought of This world is confused So I’m trynna spend more time caressing my girl than my shoes She feel like I don’t write about her and I should But what is there to say when everything is all good Now she’s like matter fact Don’t do it, don’t put me in a rap The metaphors is heavy, she won’t know how to act I rap about my ex and trust me, I don’t want her back Somebody clap, somebody bring a plaque Truly sorry, I forgot to read what’s on the back Steel expression, facing a magnet I went to that same place out of habit She can’t face that we had it Check under the carpet for traces of magic She came into my life to spread some light in it Had to let go of her hand so I could write with it They not liking it Everything I say must be coded or else somebody might get it And as we play on I'm frustrated 'bout the crayons she stay on I don’t mess up, usually There’s a last name where a heart used to be, now And I don’t fight with my emotions Doors steady open, keys are my devotion And everyone moving in slow motion Like they trynna run it at the bottom of the ocean I ain’t trynna get no drama So I do my teachers like they did Obama I’m not a dropout But at times I’ve been one drop from dropping out And all I know is open arms, never been rejected Though I recall the feeling of being neglected Thanks to my mom I am well reflected So you don’t need to explain, homie, I get it Bitter dudes say I sound like so and so Translation, sound like I’m going pro And it’s hard keeping it on the low When the people that matter tell you you’re on a roll Small fears, all cares As long as you are something they can call theirs Got songs that gotta wait like 4 years So tell me who I am, man, I’m all ears And there was no doubt, 'till I found myself in a big city all alone in a hotel room Like: This is what I sell to'em They say I’m sick and they hope that I get well soon Mom stressed I never eat and I keep underestimating sleep I’m just trynna put a blessing on a beat And make those who do stop questioning the leap Confession from a geek, the truth goes I actually write better wearing new clothes And watching these rappers, makes me wanna do shows Too many cameras, help me come up with a new pose Head's wishing time would be reversible I’m a part of a new era, see we personal What do I put so much thought into these verses for? Looking around like, do I have to curse to blow? Maybe I’m just thinking too much Analyzing everything, I’m shrinking too much They say I’m bigger than myself, 
no connection to reality, I’m blinking too much Let’s be honest for a minute Close my eyes, I’m not seeing any limit Going more places than a stewardess I’m not a rapper I just sound good doing this