Young HM - Tune 'Em Out lyrics

[Hook] When my haters talk I just tune 'em out They don't know a thing about me, all they do is doubt me They say there's no way I can run the game But I don't remember seeing your name in the hall of fame [Verse 1] When I was young, people would tell me I wasn't from Zimbabwe Saying things like, "Is that like an African holiday?" And some of those kids over there on the playground thought I was a bit of a freak But how could you know a thing about me when you only met me last week? But the truth is, I didn't fit in back home or in your cla**ic American mold I couldn't speak a word of my own language and it left me at a distinct disadvantage I'd be the flavor of the month every time we had a family gathering But it always ended with them laughing at me while I did a lot of stammering And every time I went to school I was made to look foolhardy Trying to describe a place that to them sounded like it was straight out of Barney They'd stop me and say, "Whoa, Zimbabwe's a country? Dude that's pretty gnarly" But I bet it's just chock full of wheat and barley And it got me thinking Maybe I was just living in a web of lies And that I just don't belong on Cloud 9 Especially considering I didn't even think I had a defining trait And I couldn't even find myself a playmate I was trapped by my chronic lack of self-esteem And I felt like I was slowly running out of steam [Hook] When my haters talk I just tune 'em out They don't know a thing about me, all they do is doubt me They say there's no way I can run the game But I don't remember seeing your name in the hall of fame [Verse 2] I know some of y'all still think I can't rhyme And are saying to your buddy, "Hey, I think he's out of time" But I still got 60 seconds to blow your mind So just remember, right now this stage is mine I'll be working on my next architectural design While my haters 'll still be trying to flame my hairline But how could these fakers know a thing about success When half the time they don't even know how to properly dress And they'd rather host a party givin' out their street address Than try to make a name for themselves in the name of progress So imma k** it and tell it like I'm in an airplane co*kpit And to be honest, I don't expect all of y'all to get it Because you're so busy trying to give me combat fatigue That you probably don't even know a thing about the League But it's all G, I'll let my haters stay and watch, but either way they wouldn't abort Because it's not like they've got any other stamps on their pa**port But they see my name and look at my face, they always say, "Oh, he's a little short" Yet they fail to realize my game isn't out there on the court But at Richard Montgomery from where I'm repping MD And working and thriving in the state that made me [Hook] When my haters talk I just tune 'em out They don't know a thing about me, all they do is doubt me They say there's no way I can run the game But I don't remember seeing your name in the hall of fame [Verse 3] So right here imma make a new declaration That from this day onwards I'm gonna put my procrastination on probation But look, I didn't come here to get a standing ovation But rather to give you all a message Because I know there are some of you just following the crowd And you're too afraid to stand up and be loud So just remember who said this That you shouldn't let the mistakes of yesterday affect the decisions of today and the opportunities of tomorrow Or else you'll leave yourself stuck in a whirlpool of sorrow Because you've got to remember that someone believes in you And hangs onto every word you say because they know it's true So this is for all of you working those late nights Trying to make things right Just know that victory's in sight Shining brighter than a light