[Intro]

Uh, I normally don't do this

But I'ma have fun

This is for the kids

That swear to be themselve

[Hook 1] x2

I cuff my jeans like you do

They say they don't understand me

Sometimes they black, maybe they blue

They say they don't understand me

They say my words is too complex

They want me to sing them a, b, c's

But I'ma never ever come down

Uh huh, yeah what now

[Hook 2]

And for the teachers that said I wouldn't make it

Uh huh, yeah what now

And for the bullies that thought I couldn't take it

Uh huh, yeah what now

And for the internet hype straight hatin'

Uh huh, yeah what now

And I'ma never ever come down

Uh huh, yeah what now

[Verse 1]

Born in the 80's, ninja turtles

Sunnyside of killacalifornia

Fuck your ten speed, I was a skateboarder

Bustin' tre flips, that was my best trick

But when my board chipped, I couldn't afford

So I worked at Vans, that 50 percent discount

Made a nigga wanna straight flip out, cash out

Amounts I could own a penthouse

So I was laced, the crew was laced

My momma, sister, them too was laced

Plus all the pressure, them two we're faced

Tryna raise a black boy who liked spikes on his arm

Shoes never clean, rips in my jeans

Occasionally bumped that ?

That Iron Maiden, no Jodyce

Greenday, Bad Brains, and The Casualties

Plus I skinned my sides, I couldn't believe how big my mohawk grew to be

Then I ended up in a magazine

Ten people, then I started feelin' me

From then I knew I had to be, the greatest man that the hood would see

And they wouldn't even know I'm from the S to the C, South Central

Home of the crease Khakis, my mental not to be gang affiliated

Cause I live down the street from the Rollin' 90's

Tight pants, but they still had to roll behind me

This nigga look like a alien, but they gotta respect it

Walkin' down the street, dark skin complexion

With a god reflection, you get the message, the style was hectic

Didn't look like them niggas that shop all year in the winter section

That nerd face, no taste

Take it off, it's too hot

You not, kill em' soft like O.J., Fujay's

Mid-summer in the tube socks, whose hot

One more time

That nerd face, no taste

Take it off, it's too hot

You not, kill em' soft like O.J., Fujay's

Mid-summer in the tube socks, whose hot

[Hook 1] x2

I cuff my jeans like you do

They say they don't understand me

Sometimes they black, maybe they blue

They say they don't understand me

They say my words is too complex

They want me to sing them a, b, c's

But I'ma never ever come down

Uh huh, yeah what now

[Bridge]

I cuff my jeans

They want me to come down huh

But I stay in flight

Cause there ain't no reason

To come down that is

[Outro]

And if I ever crash my rocket straight into the sun

I will go in a blaze of glory because I know I had some fun

And my kids will tell the story how they father surely won

Cause the battle wasn't short-term, and the war is just begun

It's a war brewing outside, and the enemy looks like hype

Either you can look like a punk bitch, or you can stand up and fight

They got weapons of mass destruction, and they're aimed at yo mind

But hype can't teach you nothin', I'm never running out of time

The best way to beat this beast, is simply to be yo self

Nah, really just be yourself

Your flaws just give you character, so fuck being anybody else

Really just be yo self

You get the point