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