Frank, An Average Rapper - Proof of Concept lyrics

[Prod. by F.A.A.R] [Intro: Phone Conversation] Cause they were so focused on making it big, they forgot to live/ And they wrote some junk, that had nothing to do with anything that mattered/ Because they were so focused on everything about success, they forgot to live/ So go live/ That'd be my advice/ [Verse 1: Frank, An Average Rapper] How many grams for a Grammy?/ How many fans till I'm happy?/ How many stadiums I gotta blow up till you know that I'm all I can be?/ A savvy kid with acne, rapping in his bathroom/ Till his family kicked him out like Sammy/ There's no pot of gold, it's gotta go/ Why rap when you can cure the common cold?/ When you're 16, 16 bars in a locker room about tops for pressure/ But now I'm 18 and these 18 credits hours filling up this whole damn semester/ Till I'm 40 years old working 40 hour weeks/ With Bob and Jean talking about the table in the break room they gotta clean/ Morning traffic to bob and weave, theres more to life, there has got to be/ Uncle said he wanted to see me, come to my place, the other half is gone/ So, I gave him a couple of CDs, give it time wait, I'll keep the wrappers on/ So, why you holding back, you know the facts, too many people try to be normal/ And if you don't then they scold you and mold you back but you're more than that/ Kid you gotta know you're more than that/ He asked me how the dream was going, I said eh, not so well/ College and all this drama, same job to buy Taco Bell/ What if my mistakes that I'm mistaken, time's a wasting, and I never make it, man/ He's like wait/ I don't think you understand/ Just know, just know, you're everything that we wish we did/ Just know, just know, security is not the only thing there is/ God if I'd tried, but now every morning is collars and ties, and to my surprise, what do I got?/ Some more money to spend and problems to buy/ So I guess it was my answer Make an album so good, I'd never have to come back home/ Almost dropped school to make it happen/ Looking like I was the rap game Zach Stone/ Message is respect the kid, if these girls are getting hitched then where'd I get these texts and pics from/ The same girls I refused to take the hint from/ I forgot to respond again, I call after this song, she said don't bother then/ Oh not again, oh not again, okay I guess let's not pretend/ Don't start with me, I just do it for the art, oh please/ You're really not OG/ Oh geez, say what you like but I can promise/ Me and the crew don't work for free/ So these days my perspective changed/ I really try to respect the sane/ Who plant and sod and sow and watch and tend the fields, and simply expect the rain/ But if I'm the pilot I am trying to drive a four door Pilot in a fire hydrant or I'm dying trying/ I guess that's just the kind of person I am/ So here's my life in recap, sit back, relax, and relapse/ So here's my life in recap, sit back, relax, and relapse/ And I'll do this till I'm out of words to say/ [Interlude: Paul & Frank] [Alarm rings] Paul: Oh shoot Frank: Paul! Paul: My bad Frank: Shut the alarm off man, geez man. Check if the pizzas are done. I still have a whole other verse! [Verse 2: Frank, An Average Rapper] Yeah/ Somebody acting like he changed/ Like it's the same Frank that once sang the Dreamscape/ I don't get out much, you'll never see me on a weekday/ But my true soldiers still stay with me like it's D-Day/ Tried tell my story in 16 bars/ But for every 16, I think I need 16 more/ God, can I have a house with 16 floors?/ Maybe I need prayers like knees on Sistine floors/ We are the epitome of "kids these days"/ Future as grey as Fifty Shades/ Cityscapes and busy signals/ I'm trying to get away, make life more simple/ Damn/ Tell them I need time, just give me three more weeks/ Dad sitting me down, like, you know these are dreams/ Maybe I ain't got investments or CODs But I don't waste the days with weed playing COD/ So who am I, to you?/ But more, who am I, to me?/ Grown up from fun dips and chutes and ladders/ Still trying to figure out life, the whos and whats matters/ So Who am I, oh who am I/ Who am I, oh who am I/ Why we asking "Who am I?" like its you to decide/ Like it's you to decide/ And I don't know what sparked the thought/ Where did this transformation start?/ Crying and screaming in the parking lots/ It was getting awful an awful lot/ Haven't been texting for days, then days into weeks/ Need to go our separate ways, I think we reached our peak/ And it's all downhill from here/ For now I can't understand why you did what you did/ And I don't think I ever will/ But to you, I wanna say thank you, I could never hate you/ Sometimes in life you need someone to come and to straight change you/ Make or break you/ Till you ain't the same you/ So nowadays I ain't worried with finances or "my handsomes"/ I think I'll stick with the fame and take my chances/ Take my chances, people ask me how I'm doing, but then they see my life, that's my answer/ To the one kid I work with, who works the same dead end job, hitting the same girlfriend/ I don't think you realize just how big the world is/ I mean look at mine and I've only scratched the surface/ And to the people that raised me, sorry I couldn't be the perfect child/ To my day ones who have stuck with me, know that I will make it worth your while/ Here's a word of advice, here's a word to the wise/ Why we asking who am I like it you to decide/ Why we asking who am I cause the truth is that I/ Just don't know/