[Verse 1]
I was just a backpack rapper
Backpack of Krylons, fat caps
Slab of concrete that I would write on
Eight grade when Triumph came out
And I'm like: "Hey mom, can I skip school? I can't even wait!" "Nah!"
13 years later, praise God, I just got DM by Raekwon
And he wants me up on the same song
And that Meth's pissed off for doing the crowd walk
But, it wasn't nothing that we squashed it, nah
I'm from the city Nirvana where that mosh pit started
[?] Kool Herc started
That doesn't mean that I won't k** the beat and be a martyr
Aspestos with pencils my pens choke as coffins
West Coast, success toast, Seattle down to Compton
What does it say about America that I became a millionaire
Between kicks and snares and couldn't get in to college
Aight, switch topics
I don't walk I get piggybacks on Action Bronson
Show up at Em's crib with the split of vodka
Hit up Mac Miller, relapse and celebrate kwanzaa
On behalf of us white rappers
I think it's a fact that yes we have appropriated culture
It's just race, let's talk not make it awkward
I wrote a song about thrift shop's
I never thought it would ever get a spin, radio did its thing
And all of sudden the song popped up and got popular
Would that have happen if I wouldn't be a cracker?
Sold 6 millie, does skin tone really matter?
We live in America, land of gimmicks and ladders
And did I go climb it, ba*tard, of course race was a factor
But b**h I'm a B-boy and I put that beat in the casket
Listen to The Heist, man, we almost made a cla**ic
You gon' agree, that's vantastic
Take away Thrift Shop and can't hold us going platinum
9 times, alright fine
But I made it uncool for kids to say "f*ggot"
I got rich and I didn't go buy a mansion
Gave away 200K to the homies that didn't have it
And when I fall off and the second album flops
And turn into Vanilla Ice, wait, that's never gonna happen