Everything I Am

Man, I used to suck so fucking bad that ain’t nobody would listen to me Until failing that basically scared the piss out me So as I urinate on all the ones who hated I’ma give a high five to the new fans we created We go on one track, and the shit cause scene So I made that there my slogan now my slogan on your tees Thought I was gonna quit when I only turned 23 But once I plugged all my energy, my shine got LED Oversized fitted and tall tees, used to front like one now I’m finally seeing G’s Like I gotta call from my dad saying he mad, like He ain’t agree with the opinions that they have On the youtube page, I had to break it down Only way they all gonna love you if never make a sound And I’d rather put a blade to my wrists than never be heard If cool was being conservative I’d rather be a nerd I speak for all the people who be speaking out of turn As long as you saying something that gonna make these people learn I spend an hour a day replying to fans who love me And I still ain’t fucking made it, but that make me rich as puffy (right?) My first five years rapping I was wacker lyrical, spiritual, miracle Rhyming with venereal, just a teenager eating a bowl of cereal Listening to pac, to sound like him would be a miracle Instead I’m stuck with this high voice, gotta blow against me That ain’t even fucking my choice Writing shitty songs then I’m sending them to my boys And how they feel about it be predetermining my joy Man I used to be a loser but now they saying I’m cool Still feeling like a loner but working hard as a mule like Tight jeans but I rock that shit like they baggy Pants so low that it’s pissing off the grannies If I wrote whats on my mind, you probably wouldn’t understand me So I keep it point blank like them boys from Regent Park Rappers looking dumpy if you cut back on your start You could probably have the stamina to spit an okay bar People always talking about haters and I hate us, I’m hating on haters And which haters starting the instigating I just keep my mouth shut, save myself the debating Like my step dads son, man we ain’t really relating Said I never wanna blow unless I’m ready So when you say I should, I just say I wasn’t ready Now they throwing out confetti free falling like a petty song (WOO!) When it be that shit, we steady on, like we be already on You know I be stunting, fuck it I’ma be honest and really tell you something People act we be paid not knowing that ain’t a fact I go and make all this money then I spend it twice as fast But trust me I’ll make it back Call my grandma to tell her I’m doing fine She tell me she be so proud a week later she died I’m tryna tell what’s right, but caught up in something wrong I’m killing it where I’m at but not living it where I want [Chorus x2] I’m just trying to be the man I’m just trying be the man Cause when they say I couldn’t, that’s when I say that I can Everything I’m not made me everything I am