Outro

Man, the lord blessin' me abundantly
That’s why I keep the devil right up under me
You woulda thought he would have gave up from throwin' flames
In my direction after the sun had befriended me
I’m too hot, you think not
I’m like the anime-lovin' lame, Southern version of 2Pac
'Cause I ain’t mad at ya
Even though you used to clown me
'Cause I ain’t have Gap or Old Navy book satchel
I used to have a Trapper Keeper with the velcro
Kept all of my thoughts hidden so you’d never know
That I was insecure, but I had a cure
For all the geeks who ever had a dream of packin' out a show
First one at school with a Game Boy Color
Bully took it from me, but I never told my mother
Determined to get it back without me gettin' smothered
But all I got was a punch and I ain’t even have a sucker
I remember I was savin' up on every dime
Prayin' for the cuties to be my Valentines
Man, I hooked it up with the candy
Took it from me gladly, but still didn’t have the time
That was way back in seventh grade
Now what in the hell was I expectin' anyway? Huh
Fast-forward to the tenth grade
Damn, I talk a lot about the tenth grade
Yo, but anyway, if you’ve been down for the cause
You would know it by now, that was the year my life changed
But now I know just because they love you now
It don’t necessarily mean you made the right change
So you can make a whole bunch of paper
Date the women that you like and then they becomin' chasers
And when you think you got it all figured out
Guess who be depressed, now it’s ten years later
I’m at work writin' on this verse right now
Christian just told me to put my phone down
I’ma wait 'til she leave then start right back
'Cause they don’t know that this the reason that I wear the crown
I been goin' hard in my city for a minute
I just keep it low-key like Blue when he sing it
Never brag about accomplishments
I just reapply the pressure now in your face, so you never miss it
Alisha Clark was the first girl I really liked
Damn, I used to talk to her like every night
She ain’t mine, but I carry my trumpet to every class
And my skin was the opposite of light-bright
My dad told me to carry my heart everywhere
Even though it was problematic, he didn’t care
Told me it was my weapon against everything
Especially if a nigga wanted to take it there
I should have said, «Hey dad, that ain’t a good look»
How you play the horn don’t help when you gettin' your ass whooped
By a whole bunch of niggas at the same time
That’s why I had to learn how to bust a dope rhyme
Now I get paid to rap on stage
Sixteen bars keep the rent okay, yeah
I just really want my dad to say
That I love you son, you did okay
And ya know I wanted to laugh with ya
Shame you didn’t make it to the last picture
At the last minute, choosin' fast with ya
But it’s because it made me rap bigger
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh, oh, yeah
Ooh-ooh yeah
Hey
Thank you, Jesus