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I'm the last of a dying breed,Meaning that I'm not afraid to try new things,Can't see me best to get yourself some Visine,Toe tag a motherfucker no jokes, while these other niggas wakka wakkaOther rappers try and go and get over You want that hood shit best to go and call HovaI was a good kid, backpack on my shoulder98 test score in my Thundercat folderMy cousin was olderMy momma used to wake up, Drive me to a school cause the school was much saferBut I slipped up and accidentally told a teacherNow I'm going to a school where I get beat up becauseI ain't get down with them other kidsProbably cause I talk too white and I got a dad who's there(?)Momma couldn't take it, sold the place and got us out of thereGuest room, now the six of us splitting one with a restroomNow I'm going to this school called Rock RidgeSchool of the neighborhood we tryna buy a house inThere's not a lot of black kids, So I stick out like a sore thumb with some bad acne, but reallyWhat I wanna know is why I never fit in rightLike a fat dude getting on a packed flightEven when I make friends in the hallwaysI'm wishing I was someone else alwaysBut I'm happy that that shit happened to meSongtexteCause it taught me most important is to do meCause everybody hates you till they love youFacebook niggas same niggas that would shove youCause nobody was jocking my styleI had a high voice, they called me faggot eight mileSo I stopped writing for a very long timeThinkin' that a nigga wasn't made to bust rhymes And this next part, sounds like nonsenseBut I swear to God, Tina Fey gave me confidenceTaught me everything that is good comes from honesty Everybody's got a voice, you just gotta follow itShe on a role model shitFrom the day that I shook her handI knew that I'd never die a broke manSo I could try this rapping shit out againThe game need change, I'm a part of it People tell me I should spit under Donald GloverBut I try to keep my real name undercoverCause if you hear my name, then you think it's jokesAnd I can't go for that, nigga Hall and OatesMy nigga stay down like a winter coatI rap about my life not "I'm On A Boat"Cause this joke rap shit's gotten out of handOnly ones who do it well's Lonely IslandSave the raps about your cat, I am not a fanLeave the joke raps alone, man I'm working hereI do not play around with this bullshit,I am different, call it new shitLabels want me to hurry and cash my check in But I keep my shit free till the last possible secondCause God knows that I don't need the moneyYou get your clothes free when you rich, ain't it funny?But this limelight burn like a motherfuckI wanna call my dad crying but I hang upCause I don't want him to worry, he's got his own shitSo I send him a check and tell him to hold itIf anything ever happens want you to know thisI always took the time to smell the rosesAnd wherever I am, I am doing fineI'm here for a good, not a long, time Aus Songtexte Mania