[Verse 1]

Yeah, uh, yeah, real appreciate real

This from the heart, for real, look

See I was born from the hip-hop boom-box, I was born spitting

The day I stop spitting the written

Will be the day Diddy's rims stop spinning

And the dead start living

And the day the devil becomes a Christian

That'll be one cold day in Hell

And it wouldn't even happen if it was 2012

And it isn't 2012 in case you couldn't tell

But, for now, well

I'll just keep doing me whil I'm here by my lonesome

Pokerface thieves talking 'bout I can't hold 'em

He's too focused while I got my momma telling me

It's about time I cracked out my shell like a locust

Ain't no time for the joking

Running this court left and right like the U.S. Open

Or fast-breaking with Odom

And if you hoping that I'm chokin', you're gonna be hopeless

And they saying

[Hook]

Where you going man? Ha, there ain't no telling

They keep on asking, Where you going man?

Ha, there ain't no telling, they talking 'bout

Where you going Einstein? You the one we need

You the reason hip-hop even decided to breathe

But right now, I'm feeling like a grown Simba

Start killing y'all, now I'm doing what I'm meant to do

[Verse 2]

And now I'm feeling like that dude

Everyone seems to want to talk to

Like where you off to?

But when my close friends look at me and look away

That's when it feels awful

"But Einstein, you're so awesome

Is there anything you can't do?

Is there anything you can't handle?"

Well I can't manage to balance all these different talents

But my advantage is stacking trophies on the mantle

So if it means anything in the long run

Better tell me before the song's done

Oh, I see you b-bobbing your heads

But when the track ends, I bet that you forgot what I said

So, should I even keep making these songs?

When nobody plays it twice and no-one sings along?

Well only time will tell

So I'mma continue to walk down this rocky road while they yell

[Hook]