Look, look, uh... I'm not a rapper, y'all I'm not a rapper I'm a Golden Globe nominated actor, this is just a Singing folk songs in my attic, save for after I eat the game for breakfast, right now I'm just What chick should I fuck next? me your favorite actress name It'll be the walk of meets the Hollywood Walk of Fame I'm James Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame, here to unlock the Fuck her so that she may never walk the same Only in with myself I'm suicidal Do or die, the new American Idol holding a Jesus on the dash, preacher man clutching a Bible I don't pray for success, I pray I never stay idle If I wanted to be these other rappers I'd be 'em If I wanted to see these others I could 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 just to win, tell me it's now or then It's whenever I feel, don't let me again Don't get me back in Benz, don't get me back to my sins Don't get me crashing the unless you attaching a lens[?] If I had one goal, one dream before it all It's to die happy and make this real look like pretend And it means enemies always make for the best friends So I'm cool everybody but I hate everybody, amen Money to the till the fan can't even spin They say "D, peers, what you think 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 it every way Tours on tours, man been killing in every state Check the Corner, we really killing it everyday Really illy, you feel me, I'm busy, call me, I'm sorry I'll hit you tomorrow or when I'm having a Cause only thing than not living the moment Is celebrating and realizing you weren't a part of it from the Shit, I'm half-hearted, of rapping and satire Fuck bitches like as I pass by her Fuck your branding, fuck standing, fuck your underhanded compliments I'd rather have some real accomplishments than all nonsense Hype - I don't it, I don't try it, I don't buy it I work for mine and on autopilot, man I wait in line a VIP, I'm not trying to be too good for anybody I'm regular old D, regular old me The same young man who used to in the streets Writing graffiti, ducking, dodging Young boy Dave, also known as SE[?] is statue of limitations mixed with freedom of speech Still fighting my own fight, still independent, still When the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at they think I'm something, really I'm still nothing I guess I'm more than them, but then again don't mean nothing Man I hands with these 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? address, no postage Write my raps on notes, the only way I'm getting posted Young, loved, and broke, but I'm not hopeless This is me right now y'all on notice Support quality or irrelevant goes for anybody selling shit, it's just common sense Never I was a rapper and don't wanna be Some actors only do comedy or some do drama, B But some do it all Brad Pitt, Will Smith Depp, who I wanna be, real shit They say I'm too for rap, too street for rock '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 taste of victory, now bitch I'm to eat What you afraid of? What you made of? get your weight up Put on that make up, girl gon' get made up, we should 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 me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a harvest in the ring, return of the King, shout out to Martin Ain't trying to go the hardest, I'm to go the smartest And when you think I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just started Name your favorite artist, in the blank Say their name out loud, go ahead, wait... Who'd ya pick? I give a shit truthfully Only thing 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 of y'all gon' hate it Just know I write all my shit always really me Rap was just the first to killing this industry I speak the truth in my sleep, go to bed, the mics on So fucking fresh I could get dressed with the off Check the Cleanest Corner, Fashion Week I got my on Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an call up GQ This was a preview Fuck your blog, fuck review I don't need you, bigger shit I got my on Watch my Nikon turn me into an icon D