Epic LLOYD - Ain't got no watch lyrics

I ain´t got no watch I got no bling I ain´t got no shiney shoes on my feet I ain´t got no gold grill in my teeth I ain´t got no fancy things to see I ain´t got no watch I got no bling I got no shiny shoes on my feet I ain´t got no gold grill in my teeth I ain´t got nothing much fancy to see I´m hoping all y´all came here to watch me I´m not demonstrateing all the cla**ic emcee characteristics Cept the words thick as hair your chest gets I´m dressed a mystfit Always in a shabby outfit None of these ragedy old clothes In my closet still fit And sh** I´d definitely have been Wearin´ the same pair of pants forever Josie hadn´t of stepped in But I keep my boots laced I got my tooth paste Everything I care about can fit inside of one suit case And I´m not trying to rhyme about the same ol´ same ´ol Or just trying to change the place where I stay on the pay-roll A year ago I was broke Me and my girl go dutch Don´t look at myself in the mirror too much And such is the way of things recently Release the beast in me with two or three PBR´s and some weed and I become and pretty decent emcee But sometimes that still ain´t enough Man, this ain´t a rat race I´m not running for cheese Dog, I´m hunting down a place to be I´m not down with the streets It´s more like I´m down with the freaks And all the cla** clowns Man yo the geeks But all this sh** that I spit just ain´t spittin for me Sometimes, I wish that it was, so it would flow more easily But everything that I speak is a tiny little piece Of these parts of myself that I place over these beats I emcee Or at least that´s what I strive to be And you can believe no one´s harder on myself than me Cause I gotta feel rightfully that I´ve earned all these things And I work hard as the people I got working with me They got mouths to feed see They gotta eat That´s the type of hunger that drives my heart to stay hungry My necessities are just some jeans and a T But go shopping, do your thing, I´ll be fine in these (hook) So if my clothes no go with the story you been told ´bout hip hop Or if it looks like I don´t sport enough gold Understand that was never my goal That´s not my role, so that is not how I roll I´ll keep on flowing, on top or unknown I seen both All I can do is stay up and keep going Man, I been spitting half my life, in clothes I bought at half price And given half the chance I´d rap one handed holding half a mic And in half a night I might become irrelevant So all this sh** around me you can sell it, the hell with it It´s evident, I´ve never had the frame elegance Let this shirt from high school right here be your evidence So if you like my outfit tonight, and you want it? You can thank all the good people at Target Where I bought I´m sorry I´m just being honest I got a terrible eye for buying garments