I'm Not A Rapper

This track is for Martin Thomas, the nigga who said
I couldn’t rhyme back in sixth grade… hatin' on me cause the girls liked it
Yeah I hold grudges bitch
Uh
Ridin' around my city wit, a straight face and no sentiments
For them fuck boys that got problems, it’s back to the Batman Robin shit
Y’all gotta miss, my main goal, when I drop jewels 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 cocked 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 shit that I can’t
I had hard times that made hard rhymes, and it still ain’t shit in my bank, aaah
But it’s all good, if I could rap I bet y’all would, come
To see a nigga 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' niggas 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 nigga was walkin' up, these same streets and I hated it
I made it bitch, payin' my bills and all of that grown up shit
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 shit, 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 gassed 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 killin'
Niggas on blacktops, like crack rock, and I put that on my letters (bitch)
Already told y’all hatin' hoes, I can’t rap, so do better (what else y’all got?)
…Martin