(Verse)

Spot the don in a Dodge donning

Shades like a Teflon don for camoflage

Lately, putting corsages on the gorgeous;

Wait, that’s the past like driving horses ‘stead of Porches

Of course I’m thinking wishful

If I was Jesus with my music, I’d be getting fishfuls

Of attention and gratitude

But people never seem to ‘ppreciate my attitude

So I’m asking for the past tense

Asked, I mean, because then I basked in

The high end of low scale fame

Local rapper with some vocal flame but

Obviously I behold some change, with

Slight of hand I unfold some lames, and

Slightly deranged, I uphold the same

Quality of songwriting ‘cept now it’s a pain, cuz

Every day is similar, cash, I never been with her

College living is equivalent to sinning, well

Didn’t expect to write this all out now

People telling me I’m going places, wondering how, I mean

I don’t have enough for a train ticket

Post a song online for the mixtape and hear crickets

Spit it like tofu from a carnivorous mouth

And still my career feels like it’s going south

Doubt is a virus, still

I’m Osiris to kids wearing Osiris

They stay pirates, grabbin’ at booty

While their girls send nudies to me. Ha, whodathunk I

Woulda brung back the genre, without relying on

Hennesy or the ganja, gotta keep it

Broad for the broads says the radio

But what’s the point of hip-hop then? Oh

Wait, shit, can’t remember it

I mean, you did ask a suburban kid

Hey, I’ll provide the antidote

With a couple of rhymes forming an anecdote

Best believe it’s my real smile

When I’m in the movie that’s the opposite of 8 Mile

Look, even though I’m not from the real world

I know the real world doesn’t watch “Real World”, aye