I guess I'm a little bit different, a misfit, I can't fit in
Or spit about cash and whips cuz I can't pretend
They'll never get the satisfaction of boxin' me in
I'd rather quit and put down the pen than to get wit' your trend
You gotta be trippin' if you thinkin' it's in to dress and act like a fem, so I ain't f**in' with them
Plus I ain't trappin' or makin' a cent, cuz I can hardly pay rent
Much less buy a Ferrari or Benz to impress all my friends
I ain't a pimp or a thug, or swagged up in the club
Never been hooked on d**, I been content with bud, but hat ain't enough if I ain't one of all the above
They got us all messed up if they ain't showin' us love
We keep it real, never fake, but that's the reason they hate
But I don't care what they gotta say, we're doin' this our way
Settin our own pace, but the fact always remains it's a goddamn shame
They say we too white, but we ain't white enough
And that we like to fight, but we don't fight enough
Say we clown too much, but we too serious
And get loud too much, but they ain't hearin' us
Well anyway, f** what y'all say
We gon' be N-P-C-3 all day
We gonna do this our way
You will never box us in
Now picture me boxed in
Tip toein' round this game, spittin' wit caution
I'd rather be rotten, sittin' layin' stiff in a coffin
Than spittin' bout some sh** that I've boughten
Forgive me, I'm not them
I don't give a sh** what u flossin'
If it was up to them we would not win, well f** them
I'm me, I don't wanna go pretend with them
f** swag, I don't wanna be so feminine
Literally took the term, f**in gentlemen
Please industry, can we just be f**in' men again?
Hold up - you catch the double entendre?
Probly not, f** you and the drama - you're mama
Now they say that we spittin' that G sh**
Cuz we spittin' real sh** and ain't f**in' wit weak sh** - wow
We ain't no muthaf**in' gangsters Jack
Go blame Mac Miller if we're considered gangster rap
They say we too white, but we ain't white enough
And that we like to fight, but we don't fight enough
Say we clown too much, but we too serious
And get loud too much, but they ain't hearin' us
Well anyway, f** what y'all say
We gon' be N-P-C-3 all day
We gonna do this our way
You will never box us in
They try to stereotype my rhymes cuz I'm white, but find I don't bite the radio's hype
Don't care what you like, I'll rip it up outta spite, and murk the mic into light
Because you know that we're tight, so forget the limelight
Better get ya mind right, quit hatin' on me
Cuz you don't believe or you don't feel the same as me
It's plain to see, you ain't who I aim to be
Cuz alla y'all muthaf**as sound the same to me
Don't wanna give us a chance to snatch up all of your fans, and have the ma** in a trance, can't understand how we rap so advanced
Can't match a style that's too bad, we know we're makin' you mad cuz your act couldn't last, we'll leave it up in the trash
Never be pigeonholed by these hypocritical individuals
Who ain't even worth a subliminal
Or these pigeon toed, chicken head hoes, spittin' bread flows
We'll be the Tech wit the red nose
They say we too white, but we ain't white enough
And that we like to fight, but we don't fight enough
Say we clown too much, but we too serious
And get loud too much, but they ain't hearin' us
Well anyway, f** what y'all say
We gon' be N-P-C-3 all day
We gonna do this our way
You will never box us in