Remot - I'm Not A Rapper lyrics

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