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