See, I've never been on Smack, but I got a few punchlines
Hungry as hell, you can tell I missed the lunch line
And I'm unsigned
I'm the Kobe B of poetry
Hand me the rock when it's crunch time
I don't like talking about rap in my raps when I rap
But I get caught in the trap of
Saying I'm this I'm that
I'm nice, I'm ill, I'll spit that crack
Great
I know you heard that before
You heard about b**hes, you heard about who*es
I'm thinking to myself if I can bring in any more
To the table do the people want saving, I'm not sure
Look
See, my album is in stores
It's not about my infatuation with moving raw
I didn't shoot the studio up with my .44
The music is mine, but truthfully it's yours
I signed with Chamber Musik, but I'm not with Wu-Tang
Flatbush, Brooklyn, but I'm not with the blue gang
A Mack 10 years but I'm not with Hoo-Banging
Carrots/karats in my necklace so I'm topping the food chain
Huh
I've been here for a minute
My brother is Lord Digga, I was a kid in the beginning
I had a major deal but now I'm dealing with living
And that sh** is harder than anything
My heart is in everything when I throw words
And it's a given
I'm driven but not chauffeured
I heard from many people, "Sha it's not your turn"
But somehow I just never believed it
I made Follow The Leader just to say the sh** I really mean
My parents was slim, so yes I got skinny genes/jeans
But not pants and no I can't dance
Somehow I get money
I smile when I rhyme it's so easy it's just funny
I just heard a beat that I murdered last year
But I didn't get cleared on the song by Kid Cudi
To be honest that sh** bugged me
Cause I'm in another weight cla** and I ain't ga**ed
I'm sick