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