But see
Everybody these days
When they hear that I'm rapper
They think of a non white woman degrading trashy disaster
But no. I'm me
And I work hard at presenting my own style. So hop off. Ight?
See, Most of y'all dreams include a chick and a car
But your accusing my dreams including being a star
But, luckily that ain't me you finally see?
There's a reason I'm writing every night til 3
Now, I'm trying to be the best man I can be
To see my dreams be the reason my rhymes are the key
But wait, what if I doubt myself, my thoughts, my plans
If I do make it will everyone understand?
Maybe they'll understand why I didn't go to prom
Cause I was too busy furthering my career writing these songs
But
Life ain't about those material things
When you die can you take you can't take those cars and rings
Ha!
But I did some stupid things to learn what life's about
Never fitted in, it's okay I went my own route
Cause I'm me not Biggy, Wayne Or Dre
I have my own style, I'm me. Okay! Hahh
I ain't doing pills for the thrills
Weed for the need
Or bottles to get the models
For girls to come to me
Nah, that's a myth and I'm so ambiguous
Cause this culture trains your brain for all of this
Always, give a hundred percent unless your giving blood
And I'm not feeling all the pressure I'm just feeling all the love
Well that's a bit twisted but it wouldn't be first time
And all the time I'm tryna shine in my rhymes
But as a matter of fact no one told me to rap
Most just discouraged me and said boy you ain't black
So
I said alright, say what you will
But since I be gettin interviews daily you get off me if you will
I refuse to lose the time, I've been given
But I keep brushing off them haters, say ya'll must be tripping
Now, its time to prove, to all them boys and girls
That dreams do come true
Cause I'm proof
And to all who say that positive rap is not good:
I'll always reply
We all have our flaws