[Verse 1] Labeled me different from the jump When all I was here to do was jump in Outcast for not knowing what dumb is They say I'm OutKast with a corner store run in I listen to 3 Stacks and hope I'm what he f** with I know I'm what he f** with, never mind hoping Cause dope knows dope so as far as what the dope is It gets familiar, the memory stays No matter the time, no memory's vague So every memory saved Is recognition of the first time dipping It feel like the reason you started penning And I'm from the home of the skid marks, the Popeye big arms So me being the raw is all I was built for Growing in your attention while mine is growing hallow As I type this verse, I'm BBMing a model Or better yet, she BBMing me Sending me pictures of all that she wanna give to me Everything from after the shower to Louis Vuitton receipts Saying its a gift, and a gift whenever we meet And I'm trying to finish this record, but believe me She look like everything I expected, so I be knee deep ASAP, the beat on playback, I still got more to say And she can't change that, and I can't break that As broke as the rest be Swear what I write is all the sh** that they left me [Hook] I swear it's not rocket science (x3) I just tell em what my day is And they alike so they replay it I swear it's not rocket science (x3) I just tell em what my day like And they alike so they know the date right [Verse 2] Never preached on a record, I just said what it be on a record And made em wanna believe on a record, anytime it's me on a record I par the bars and don't give em room to breathe on a record They saying that my ingenuity was designed for you to be So I be backpedaling going from you to me I'm still trying to believe in a hero But I keep aiming for where they be from the get-go And maybe mine alone, died alone, my hands was by the phone Like when Omar popped Brother Mouzone by the scroll And called like come get em, I'm all but done with em I was often who you loved when Paul was running with em Apologies, whatever it gotta be Pay that cost, and hope yall on the side of me And may that cost be no more than a proper fee Talking the influx, kidding you gotta be sh** is just outta me,I right my 24 They say it's complicated but them hours is for the call Tell em I'm a 95 Nike ad, half cent dog Got all type of swag, double D Tyra with a wifey tag Telling me the past is the past in the past frame b**hes be having babies over night, like what's your last name? Promise me you'll know it if it's ever you And not walk around thinking tumor's got the best of you [Hook] [Verse 3] I swear it's not rocket science, they think I'm probably lying If you forever been a fan, they say you probably biased I forever been the stamp of a higher climbing And they won't let you get a hand if you tryna find it But I'm in a room full of chargers Typing out my life for the starters And ever pair of sneakers is a part of it Contemplating becoming a martyr And if I'll even know it if it happens so regardless I swear it's not rocket science...not at all