[Prod. by Omito]
[Verse 1]
I don't care if I'm hated, degraded, or humiliated
Cuz I wanna stand a test of time, let my name reign high and elevated
Never hesitated, to make my lyrics complicated
Cuz I know the real ones hear me, and the rest are devastated
Overrated, the radios ill, im medicated, forever vaccinated
Annihilated, debilitated
I'm Innovative, good music, let me reinstate it
Cuz I'm working so hard, so my name shall never be debated
As I drip drop from the tip top
Lets todays fakes rot, cuz they know my sh**s hot
Lyrics philosophical and I know I say a lot, but
Hip hop is not coming back......we're coming back to hip hop
Cooking up lyrics, as I'm heating up the skrilla, and let me sk** it
As we in it, and we counting down the minutes
My mind is rated R, And that's just what we are
We don't care who's watching, cuz we know that time is ours (hours)
We know that time is hours (ours)
[Verse 2]
My parents want me be a doctor
But I don't got the patience
My music therapeutic, so I know I got some patients
Sitting in cla**, and I'm thinking of cheech and chong
Teachers look to the right, and they see my notes are long
But they're wrong, yeah they're wrong
And in my mind I know they're wrong
I'm just constantly writing lyrics as I'm stirring up a song
I was only sixteen, while I was k**ing sixteens
I swear these too much in my cranium to vent with only sixteens
Others claim they rich but I see them walk in Marshalls
Saying, "ese we got berratas" while I'm focused on what really mathers
But I'm going in this guys, And I'm going in disguise
Until you give me a white nugget, I'll be floating in the skies
Cuz I want some bu*ter in my belly, at nights I hit the telly
Was great, since my mom was knocked up in the belly
So you better know who I am, while you're f**ing with my jam
It's D.CHEN motherf**er, better know who I am