[Verse 1]:
I don't fit in here--Perfection pieces...
Perfection ceases, my grades worsen and debt increases
Uh
I remember end of tenth grade they'd reject my thesis
My warm welcome was worn out and it dressed in fleeces
All because one time I said "s** it!" and crossed my arms
In front of my crotch, and I yelled it across the lawn
Someone interrupted practice and they brought their mom
Never forget in front of teammates being called a slob
My slobbery was properly a**essed, perspective: snobbery
Dunno why eyes were watery, I wasn't being scholarly
OK what were these white collar geeks
Who get caught drinking?
Money grows on dollar trees--apologies
I'm an adult, now I understand double standards
I chuckle because they pander and s**le to lanyards
Which read doctor and lawyer, they spoiled shuffle to pamper
And never bother to banter or question the upper's answers
(Booing)
[Verse 2]:
n******gs, n******gs, n-n******gs: Now I sound like Republicans...
n***as n***as n-n***as: now I sound like the thugs and sh**
If I deserve to get punished, email my publicist
The one who doesn't exist because of my budget, b**h
They call me sellout--I hope to do to the Garden
But this mixtape is free..so screw you it's a bargain
You can pay me in barley drinks with proof brewed in the carbon
My f**ing flow's evolved, it's that voodoo dude it's Darwin
Uh I have the drive of a hunter who grinds at life
And it's sixth round, drafted a hundred and ninety ninth
I go to work during the day and I write at night
I pick my spots like freckles and ultraviolet light
Looks like the exception's begging to be accepted
He ain't mainstream
He's underground sitting next to the septic
Where are his ethics? It's fitting he's getting desperate
Just a flash in the pan he's grilling for epileptics
(Booing)