They know I rap, so they assume I do this and that
I hang out with a certain crowd, so they think that I'm a scrap
Like f*ck that, I'm everything but that
Smoke the drugs, rap, in a blunt wrap, and try to get my love back
And run back to the people I ran away from
See, I'm growing into man, but I'm still the same sum
My mom raised and praised, she justs wants me to get A's
But I just smoke weed and rap and look for better days
And I ain't famous yet, but it sure feels like it
Cos every time I spit my thoughts in the mic and people like it
That's a thing for me, whether the crowd is big or small
I [?] like a sh*t when I walk the school halls
From the love on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook
If you hate, say it to my face, that's fake in my book
sh*t it ain't about the fame, cos I just want to be heard
From every single song to every little f*cking word
Words, the only thing that helped me write this
Looking through the fake with the real sh*t on my eyelids
I no longer know what right is and I can't find the light switch
I'm tired of lending my thoughts just to make sure that you like this
The pens, the only thing that helped me write this
Looking through the fake with the real sh*t on my eyelids
I no longer know what right is, it's the hunger to be heard
But my voice ain't enough cos it's all about them words
So tell me why the f*ck you stick around like you like me
You said it's not me, but it's you, sh*t it might be
And at times, I spend my days sitting here thinking
Contemplating my life and how the f*ck I'm living
And I haven't really truly loved in more than over a year
But it's fine, there's really no one that's worth loving here
And these girls be thinking I be getting girls cos I'm a rapper
f*ck that sh*t, if it was like that, I would've had her
And truth is, these girls don't want a guy who doesn't do sh*t
They'd rather have that guy that comes to school with that new sh*t
Cut that bullsh*t, "It ain't the looks, it's personality"
If it was like that, I would have girls after me
Oh, now that I rap and sh*t you want to talk to me
Oh we can go I wouldn't exist to you, you wouldn't even walk with me
I used to be the guy girls would push to the curb
And now they wanna talk, I guess it's all about them words
Words, the only thing that helped me write this
Looking through the fake with the real sh*t on my eyelids
I no longer know what right is and I can't find the light switch
I'm tired of lending my thoughts just to make sure that you like this
The pens, the only thing that helped me write this
Looking through the fake with the real sh*t on my eyelids
I no longer know what right is, it's the hunger to be heard
But my voice ain't enough cos it's all about them words
Mom I promise, I'm gonna be honest
You gotta let me go, don't touch that Off switch
I can have a sh*tty ass job and keep making songs
But I'll be happy cos I know where I belong
I can live on the streets, but as long as I got a beat
I'll put something out that'll make you hit repeat
I got my whole life to live and not much to give
Plus I don't sit around regretting what I did
The past is done and the future's become the main source of this music to show you where I'm from
A broken heart, a rough start, all my music is free
Cos you can't put a price on art, but a man's gotta eat
Mom, they want music from me
I live my life trying to find a seat or a shade in this heat
Yo, but this is me, and yes I have the nerve to keep making songs and keep writing these words
Words, the only thing that helped me write this
Looking through the fake with the real sh*t on my eyelids
I no longer know what right is and I can't find the light switch
I'm tired of lending my thoughts just to make sure that you like this
The pens, the only thing that helped me write this
Looking through the fake with the real sh*t on my eyelids
I no longer know what right is, it's the hunger to be heard
But my voice ain't enough (It ain't enough)