Charles Hamilton - 20Hamil10 lyrics

Ayo I really like my name I really f**in' like my name [Verse 1] They say I try too hard to be different Well b**h, I beg to differ Tell every hater to head for the zipper You hate me? Then you never were a listener It's that deep, I swear my logic is mad logical But cats got it all backwards like I'm comical Only thing at stake is a pasta bowl But I know, "Charles you gotta have the hottest flow! Take a look at your artists, you can't stop the show" That's why I put them on, the show stopper flow Kinda like a Rucker player, but not as slow Kinda like a NBA player, but not a ho More like David Stern with claustrophobia "Charles, we know you love attention, but all the phony stuff?" Okay, I'll relax and be a citizen But don't frown when I get up on my sh** again [Hook] Charles Hamilton Some kinda wonderful Some kinda somethin' Somethin' else Boy, you somethin' else Boy, you somethin' else Conceited futhermucka, now aren't ya? Now aren't ya? Now aren't ya? Conceited futhermucka, now aren't ya? Now aren't ya? Now aren't ya? [Verse 2] It's the Youtube legend, the she in he's clothing Won't beat a ho, but leave a ho speaking slowly Won't be a ho, so leave me alone Until I receive a note saying "We see your focus" coming from Whoever has the most money to provide For my weed habit and my sample beat-making craft Hi, I was Edgar Allen Poe in a past life Instead of rapping, I just wrote about the fast life Morphed back into Houston for the music Only to find that society was abusive Oh I get it, y'all only want true sh** Okay, so I could've been the hottest in music Then I wild'd out - or did I? For some reason, I thought it was organized Here we go, more of the lies Hop off the organ that resides between my thighs, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3] I stay in my home playing the Roman dictator Paying no payment to my statue of Raven-Symoné That's so Charles Hamilton, a majorly creative way of saying I spend most of my days alone Just hating on the game that I happen to have mastered You rap ba*tards mad 'cuz I spaz and have what matters - character But while I'm all morally intact You all go balling in your Cadillac Fact: My swagger is that of a little league batter Strike out or home run, there's still laughter So who's madder, the pitcher or the catcher? Answer: the dad that had to listen to you ba*tards Yackety Yack, don't come back with an attack Just ask yourself if you even ready for that My balls said my voice is too heavy to rap So these padded walls said I should be rapping all day, that's crazy [Hook]