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[Verse 1] Never been through poverty, never even seen it My whole damn life I was blessed, not fiending For money, for food, and I know it's the truth My momma made sure that we'd always be good Never grew up in a hood or rolled with a gang Closest thing to that was listening to Wu-Tang Never held a gat and never been stomped in I don't even think I've ever been near Compton So, when I sag and you think it's an act It's probably because I've been growing up with rap At least you don't see me trying to rock a du-rag Who's that on the trap and is killing Boom Bap on every single track And claims that he macks but in real life, is premature In fact, can barely even last, but grabs on his sack Like he knows where he stands but really does not And especially with pot, momma are you proud I don't even drink, I'm a sober boy now Just trying to get out of that average life Tell me go to school, get a job, get a wife Pay some fucking bills, retire, then I die? You got it all wrong, I have more than two eyes And I'm putting them to use, in my muse, I get loose Every time, every rhyme is a form of my truth And no I'm not doing this just to get rich And it's not for the fame, it's not for a bitch If that word offends you, you probably a bitch And I mean it when I say it, every word be spraying And affecting like a herbicide, stick emcees, you'll see Will be sure to die, not a day goes by that I don't try To show I'm the best and I'm the best and I"m gonna keep shouting it Can't end up out of it, gotta stay intact if I want to write a rap Never peddling back, forward is the only option And I won't stop until my album's at an auction Walked in to a life I can handle But a life of envy and record label scandals Tell me why Iggy has more fame than Joey B That's what you need to question, what you need to see Why take advice from Drake, when Cole has a degree Listen to the lyrics dawg, fuck the beat This ain't Hip-Hop if you just want to make your head bob That's pop and I want to make it stop I'm not the only one, I'm not the only son The rest of you go and keep on rapping for fun But you know why I rap, it wasn't a decision It's been deep inside me, a passionate incision So I really don't give a fuck if you listen [Verse 2] I do this for me, my fam and my team None of it's about rolling around in a Bentley Or if my pockets look heavy like a Chevy Cause that don't matter Food on my platter, roof on my head And knowing everyone will be straight when I'm dead Instead, I just gotta lay back where I'm at Do exactly what I'm doing, continue to rap Never download an app that will waste my time Do your thing, sell drugs, I'ma write for my grind Get so complex you'll have to rewind To fully understand what's behind each line Inside my mind is a motherfucking maze You can't cut me off, it's a one way lane I express myself without getting on a train I know that you're tired of every single word I metaphorically say That's exactly what I do, no story of the day If you look for a hook then you need to look away And leave like Zayn, I handle my pain by sparking the flame Of my lyrical game and as of right now It's all about me, I could care less about any emcee I could care less about M.T.V Do any of you see? You will never succeed If you keep on following every single scene Do something else, just be yourself Get off your ass and go pass that class Put away your phone, it's okay to be alone No one really cares about that anyway Or what you have to say, or what you did today It's a fucked up world, don't let it fuck you up You're a diamond in the rough, you are more than enough