This track is for Martin Thomas, the n***a who said
I couldn't rhyme back in sixth grade... hatin' on me cause the girls liked it
Yeah I hold grudges b**h
Uh
Ridin' around my city wit, a straight face and no sentiments
For them f** boys that got problems, it's back to the Batman Robin sh**
Y'all gotta miss, my main goal, when I drop j**els like bang bros
Blank slate and my paint goes, but I'm not an artist, no Kangols
Or backpacks, I graduated, back at home and I kinda hate it
Part-time is my 9 to 5, and my full-time is tryna find greatness
Fly ain't it, somebody told me once that I'd be famous soon
I still stay humble though, but my gun co*ked and I aim at fools
I don't be carryin' straps, but back when I was beginnin' to rap
Thought I was spittin' the venomous clips, it turns out
All my venom was tapped
All of my women was bringin' it back, guess they saw some sh** that I can't
I had hard times that made hard rhymes, and it still ain't sh** in my bank, aaah
But it's all good, if I could rap I bet y'all would, come
To see a n***a from miles out, skinny jeans that styles out
Off topic, but I had to say it, can't really get behind the gayness
No pun intended, how-how long is this beat? I got about 10 fingers
'til meltdown, my team is myself now, the way it's always been
Self-dependent, but I realized I can't stay solo, need help to win
Since I can't rap, gotta link up wit' n***as who caaan, right?
Tryna be Kobe aaand Mike, to put that dick in vaaan dykes (groupies)
Meanwhile, my tires spinnin' I'm ridin' the 408
A few months back, a n***a was walkin' up, these same streets and I hated it
I made it b**h, payin' my bills and all of that grown up sh**
These rappers actors, life is a movie, I'm the lead role to yo grip
And my life, like 8 Mile lately, earnin' recognition my way
By any means, like Malcolm X and Ali, no bumaye
And all I expect you to say, job well done, and really good work
Every instrumental I get, I gotta put rest in peace on my shirt (damn)
Don't Facebook, don't tweet sh**, don't look at my Instagram ho
Cause I don't really need no new friends, I started off on that ground floor
Braggin' about yo pound of dro, I hope that it got you high
While yo self esteem get ga**ed up, I'm kickin' it in Dubai chillin'
Don't fight that feelin', lookin' down from all these buildings
Never saw myself in this position back when I was k**in'
n***as on blacktops, like crack rock, and I put that on my letters (b**h)
Already told y'all hatin' hoes, I can't rap, so do better (what else y'all got?)
...Martin