[Verse]
I was grabbing drinks with a rapper
I don't name drop and shit
But I could've had all of his fans if I stayed on that shit
I could've freestyled more
I could've been conscience instead
But I could see it on his face there ain't no passion in it left
Then I realized
How could there be passion or excitement 'bout the music
When he's been doing the same shit for all those years I tried some new shit?
Then a kid approached, didn't recognize me, but he did bro
He asked my bro to take a picture, he looked annoyed and told him "no"
I pray I ain't gon' turn bitter
Mom just paid the third sitter, worked too late to serve dinner
Then my dad lost the love of his life
And his work with her
Funny thing, when parents lose they always raise the worst winners
I gotta brag about this shit (Uh-huh)
And rap about the vast amount of grassy mountains
In the back of the massive house
I'm backing out of it, shit
Elementary school, I'm acting out and shit
I was twelve using a kitchen knife to get the black and mild to split
We used to pass around a spliff like life was hard on us (Uh-huh)
My friends were older than me and they were the ones who started young
I told my homie break up with his girl at twenty-one
And now he twenty-three with a bachelor degree, not the Harvard one
Emotionally, I'm guarded up (Uh-huh)
But I'm not biased to love
I was seeing that girl for nineteenish months
I remember her being frustrated
Like why I didn't buy her much stuff
She brought up that Jewish stereotype and I had enough
It ain't because I'm Jewish, I don't like you enough
Baruch atah Adonai, you a dub
I barely carry cash, I grew up fast
I send a Zelle to my bitch, wire her money for the shirt
Bag, shoes, another shirt
Bag, shoes, in case she need a switch
So many wires on my girl she almost feel like a snitch
Let's not applaud your independence like you boys had a choice
You would've singed, failed like Kramer, Elaine and George
That's why you ain't get an offer, I'm sure
Enough said
Feature requests in my DM get sent then unsent
Then sent, then unsent
Then sent, then unsent
They tried to tell me I fell of but whoever's on is on my dick
I rather lose fans than lose myself
I don't chase views I chase how I view myself
I do it myself and thank everybody like it was just them
'Cause I don't need another ego boost, I'm blessed
They got zero clue I'm next
I slurp some Pino through the stress and I don't need no group of friends
They always turn left on me like that key hole to my fence
You know in AA they make the sober people do those steps?
I could probably make 'em relapse just by sniffing the Casamigos through my breath
You boys are keto to the bread and my shit tinted
So every window feel like a peephole to the Benz
If this was a race I'd be the cheat code
I'd have medals over my head just like I'm Teezo
I was a teen, I didn't rap like a teen though
So when I was getting big love from primo
I wonder if he knew I wasn't born until after Biggie was murdered
They would tell me I remind 'em of some of the greatest of all time
And I'd pretend like I had heard of 'em
But I ain't heard of 'em
I didn't know a Kool G Rap song until I worked with him
I couldn't name a Wu-Tang song until I did a show with 'em
But MF Doom, Wayne and Ye are the reason I'm the chosen one
Season up the flow a touch, you're dry and uninspired
As the next man we tired
Get a writer to impress fans or hire few more liars to be yes man
He speak on me but secretly admires like the bread brand
And I can tell
[Outro]
Dummy
Never Too Different
Goldy