I'm the last of a dying breed
Meaning that I'm not afraid to try new things
Can't see me best to get yourself some Visine
Toe tag a motherf**er no jokes, while these other n***as wakka wakka
Other rappers try and go and get over
You want that hood sh** best to go and call Hova
I was a good kid, backpack on my shoulder
98 test score in my Thundercat folder
My cousin was older
My momma used to wake up
Drive me to a school cause the school was much safer
But I slipped up and accidentally told a teacher
Now I'm going to a school where I get beat up because
I ain't get down with them other kids
Probably cause I talk too white and I got a dad who's there
Momma couldn't take it, sold the place and got us out of there
Guest room, now the six of us splitting one with a restroom
Now I'm going to this school called Rock Ridge
School of the neighborhood we tryna buy a house in
There's not a lot of black kids
So I stick out like a sore thumb with some bad acne, but really
What I wanna know is why I never fit in right
Like a fat dude getting on a packed flight
Even when I make friends in the hallways
I'm wishing I was someone else always
But I'm happy that that sh** happened to me
Cause it taught me most important is to do me
Cause everybody hates you till they love you
Facebook n***as same n***as that would shove you
Cause nobody was jocking my style
I had a high voice, they called me f*ggot eight mile
So I stopped writing for a very long time
Thinkin' that a n***a wasn't made to bust rhymes
And this next part, sounds like nonsense
But I swear to God, Tina Fey gave me confidence
Taught me everything that is good comes from honesty
Everybody's got a voice, you just gotta follow it
She on a role model sh**
From the day that I shook her hand
I knew that I'd never die a broke man
So I could try this rapping sh** out again
The game need change, I'm a part of it
People tell me I should spit under Donald Glover
But I try to keep my real name undercover
Cause if you hear my name, then you think it's jokes
And I can't go for that, n***a Hall and Oates
My n***a stay down like a winter coat
I rap about my life not "I'm On A Boat"
Cause this joke rap sh**'s gotten out of hand
Only ones who do it well's Lonely Island
Save the raps about your cat, I am not a fan
Leave the joke raps alone, man I'm working here
I do not play around with this bullsh**
I am different, call it new sh**
Labels want me to hurry and cash my check in
But I keep my sh** free till the last possible second
Cause God knows that I don't need the money
You get your clothes free when you rich, ain't it funny?
But this limelight burn like a motherf**
I wanna call my dad crying but I hang up
Cause I don't want him to worry, he's got his own sh**
So I send him a check and tell him to hold it
If anything ever happens want you to know this
I always took the time to smell the roses
And wherever I am, I am doing fine
I'm here for a good, not a long, time