Lyrics
Jus cuz i dont pack,
The mac,
In my back pocket,
Dont mean i cant rap,
This crap is not stoppin,
Kaptians out droppin,
Albums non stop and,
Every cats got one,
Not lackin logic,
So quit your poppin off at the mouth,
'Fore im knockin you out,
Dont need a glock in my house,
Got 10 knuckles allowed,
Jus think about it logically,
Cuz i aint in the projects these,
Freakin people doubtin me,
Cmon man im a prodigy,
Jus half as good as I am,
Rap would bring many fans,
But cuz im white and from the suburbs everyone laughs,
People think i aint legite cuz i dont spit,
To fit in with everybody else, i talk about whats real,
I talk about whats goin on in life and whats goin wrong,
You say the same stuff in your songs jus a differents scale im on,
I dont need to sell weed or shoot a G,
To feed my family but everyday i see MTV,
There are people with less skill,
Thats in cuz they kill,
But my flow is so ill,
That you cant tell me i aint real,
If you want me to be fake then fake it is,
I'll take your kids and break them in daycare miss!
Y'all dont know, y'all dont know what im about,
Im bout real flow, real talk dont need the guns to come out! x2
I look through my cds, Tupac, 50, Slim Shady,
Biggie, now how can you tell me,
That I dont know bout rap music,
Cuz youve been through some,
Different stuff than I have, you fools are losers,
Im at such a disadvantage,
I have to have the baddest,
Flow to be considered an average rapper,
By the way youre pretty much sayin I should be fake,
And say I take nines every time o day,
And if i did that youd get mad and jus laugh,
So what am i supposed to do wit my talent in rap,
Tell me, cuz id like to know,
Where my flow can be showcased in every home,
No matter what I say yall hate until im made a great,
Then youll say that that hatin was jus fake,
When im at the bottom yall are hatin on me,
Til i get to the top then you stop and jump on me!
Hook x2
