(Verse)
Spot the don in a Dodge donning
Shades like a Teflon don for camoflage
Lately, putting corsages on the gorgeous;
Wait, that's the past like driving horses ‘stead of Porches
Of course I'm thinking wishful
If I was Jesus with my music, I'd be getting fishfuls
Of attention and gratitude
But people never seem to ‘ppreciate my attitude
So I'm asking for the past tense
Asked, I mean, because then I basked in
The high end of low scale fame
Local rapper with some vocal flame but
Obviously I behold some change, with
Slight of hand I unfold some lames, and
Slightly deranged, I uphold the same
Quality of songwriting ‘cept now it's a pain, cuz
Every day is similar, cash, I never been with her
College living is equivalent to sinning, well
Didn't expect to write this all out now
People telling me I'm going places, wondering how, I mean
I don't have enough for a train ticket
Post a song online for the mixtape and hear crickets
Spit it like tofu from a carnivorous mouth
And still my career feels like it's going south
Doubt is a virus, still
I'm Osiris to kids wearing Osiris
They stay pirates, grabbin' at booty
While their girls send nudies to me. Ha, whodathunk I
Woulda brung back the genre, without relying on
Hennesy or the ganja, gotta keep it
Broad for the broads says the radio
But what's the point of hip-hop then? Oh
Wait, sh**, can't remember it
I mean, you did ask a suburban kid
Hey, I'll provide the antidote
With a couple of rhymes forming an anecdote
Best believe it's my real smile
When I'm in the movie that's the opposite of 8 Mile
Look, even though I'm not from the real world
I know the real world doesn't watch “Real World”, aye