[Verse 1: M.A.L.C.]
Just A Young n***a
Trynna Make A Living Off Rapping
Doing Graphic Designs
And Maybe Even Get Into Acting
I'm Just Trynna Get Your Attention
Trynna Get You To Listen
I'm Just Trynna Show Everybody
That I'm Something Exquisite
Trynna Climb A Long Ladder
Outta The Way That I'm Living
Depression On My Medulla
My Visions Are Very Vivid
The Way That I Write These Lyrics
It's Something Like Drawing Pictures
Guess That's What
Makes Me And Artist
"Elaborate How It Started"
3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th
Grade, I Got Bullied
On The Way That I Dressed
Been Into A Lot Of Fights
And Lost More Than Success
That's Something I Can Admit To
Unlike You p**y n***as
That Ain't Never Aimed A Gun
When She Came Around The Corner
Everybody Wanna Run
And Her Mentality
Actually Inherited To Me
Gotta Go Harder Than Ever
With The Talents That I Got
To Make It To The Top
Don't Care If It's Simple Or Not
As Long As I Remain
In The Lane Of Being Hot
And Never Ever Get Tricked Out
Of My Position By A Thot
9th Grade I Failed Three Times
Wishing I Could Rewind
Intelligent But Ignorant
Lazy And Wasn't Into It
Thought That I Could Make It
Off Rapping, Fo Graduation
I Don't Smoke And I Don't Drink
I'm Conscious Of What I Think
But Blinded To A lot Of Things
Which Leads Me On
As I Used To Ponder My Thoughts
Of The Government
"What Was The sh**
That You Thought Of Them?"
Believed In Illuminati
And How I Thought
They Was Coming In
As The System
Was k**ing Off People
To Lower The Population
From Being Equal
This sh** Is No Longer See Through..
With The Push Of A bu*ton
These Muthaf**as'll Delete You
People Switched Up & Betrayed Me
Left Me, Said I Was Shady
The sh** Used To Drive Me Crazy
Now It Longer Phase Me
I Done Got So Used
To People Coming And Going
The Only Thing That Matters Now
Is What I Say In My Drawings
To Reach Out To Who Relates
Who Can Understand What I Say?
Question That I Ask Myself
When I Feel I'm No Longer Sane
"Trust Issues.."
Million Thoughts Circling My Brain
See Everyone As A Duplicate
Thinking They Gonna Change
"Your An Introvert?"
With A Mental Mask On My Face
Aloof, When I'm In Public
A Loner That I Proclaim
To Be In A Situation
Where I Don't Want
Them Around Me
I'm Hustling, Trynna Make It
And Everybody Just Down Me
I'm Starting To Feel Like Clayton
Go M.I.A., And Go Silent
Feel Like I Don't Get Enough
f**ing Credit For My Talent
I Work So Hard
Snap My Neck For People
Why Do I Feel Like
They Don't Really Give A f**..
Almost Starting
Not Even To Believe In Love..
Starting To Feel Like
That I'm Actually Corrupt..
They Coming For Me
They Wanna See Me Give Up..
They Wanna Break Me Down
And Have Me Self Destruct..