[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