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Look, look, uh... I'm not a rapper, told y'all I'm not a rapper I'm a Golden Globe nominated actor, this is just a chapter Singing folk songs in my attic, save those for after I eat the game for breakfast, right now I'm just snacking What chick should I fuck next? Tell me your favorite actress name It'll be the walk of shame meets the Hollywood Walk of Fame I'm James Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame, here to unlock the game Fuck her so hard that she may never walk the same Only in competition with myself I'm suicidal Do or die, the new American Idol holding a rifle Baby Jesus on the dash, preacher man clutching a Bible I don't pray for success, I just pray I never stay idle If I wanted to be these other rappers I'd probably be 'em If I wanted to see these others then I could see 'em I know they thinking, "But D, you're up like Europeans" They don't be letting rappers up in the places we in Man I'm just trying to win, tell me it's now or then It's whenever I feel, don't let me relapse again Don't get me back in that Benz, don't get me back to my sins Don't get me crashing the party unless you attaching a lens[?] If I had one goal, one dream before it all ends It's to die happy and make this real life look like pretend And it means that enemies always make for the best friends So I'm cool with everybody but I hate everybody, amen Money to the ceiling till the fan can't even spin SongtexteThey say "D, your peers, what you think about them?" I'm in a league of my own, they better leave me alone It's sad it took another man to make y'all get in y'all zone, ay! Check my resume, I've been killing shit everyday Rap, folk, rock, pop, I've been killing it every way Tours on tours, man I've been killing in every state Check the Cleanest Corner, we really killing it everyday Really illy, you feel me, I'm busy, don't call me, I'm sorry I'll hit you tomorrow or when I'm having a party Cause only thing worse than not living the moment Is celebrating and realizing you weren't a part of it from the start Shit, I'm half-hearted, half-tired of rapping and satire Fuck bitches like Quagmire as I pass by her Fuck your branding, fuck your standing, fuck your underhanded compliments I'd rather have some real accomplishments than all that nonsense Hype - I don't like it, I don't try it, I don't buy it I work for mine and stay on autopilot, man I wait in line Fuck a VIP, I'm not trying to be too good for anybody I'm just regular old D, regular old me The same young man who used to stay in the streets Writing graffiti, ducking, dodging police Young boy Dave, also known as D-WHY SE[?] This is statue of limitations mixed with freedom of speech Still fighting my own fight, still independent, still trucking When the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing Funny they think I'm something, really I'm still nothing I guess I'm more than them, but then again that don't mean nothing Man I shake hands with these bloggers, like "Man, D the dopest guy" Then I send him my new shit, what'd I get? No reply You ain't get my email? Wrong address, no postage Write my raps on sticky notes, the only way I'm getting posted Young, loved, hated and broke, but I'm not hopeless This is me right now putting y'all on notice Support quality or become irrelevant That goes for anybody selling shit, it's just common sense Never said I was a rapper and don't wanna be Some actors only do comedy or some only do drama, B But some do it all like Brad Pitt, Will Smith Johnny Depp, who I wanna be, real shit They say I'm too pretty for rap, too street for rock 'n roll Too country for pop, bitch I'm on a roll out of control You ain't fucking with the kid, but these kids fucking with me Got a taste of victory, now bitch I'm hungry to eat What you afraid of? What you made of? Better get your weight up Put on that make up, girl gon' get made up, we should stay up Life's a kitchen, let's bake up and get our cake up Then go to sleep and wake up, it's all easy as a layup They treat me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a harvest Back in the ring, return of the King, shout out to Martin Ain't trying to go the hardest, I'm trying to go the smartest And when you think I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just getting started Name your favorite artist, fill in the blank Say their name out loud, go ahead, I'll wait... Who'd ya pick? I don't give a shit truthfully Only thing separating me from them is opportunity And I ain't gotta say it, they know I'm underrated I'ma do these songs, and those songs and some of y'all gon' hate it Just know I write all my shit always it's really me Rap was just the first step to killing this industry I speak the truth in my sleep, go to bed, leave the mics on So fucking fresh I could get dressed with the lights off Check the Cleanest Corner, Fashion Week I got my sights on Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an icon Someone call up GQ This was just a preview Fuck your blog, fuck your review I don't need you, bigger shit I got my sights on Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an icon D Aus Songtexte Mania