Frank, An Average Rapper - They Told Me lyrics

[Prod. by Jordan Beats] [Verse 1: Frank, An Average Rapper] My mama said to do country and Papo said to do polkas/ They always acted proud, but deep down I know their motives/ Momma, I'll change devil music into something different/ When next time I have a show, Satan comes and buys a ticket/ Here we go again, why do I gotta remind them/ Not everybody who spits bars ends up behind them/ But Sam you can't make six figures on stick figures/ You need to quit mixing and look at the big picture/ Even my, old girl wasn't understanding/ You really plan to make these dream everlasting?/ What if i dropped my math cla**es to better manage my pa**ions/ Damn, I guess that's really addition by subtraction/ Hundred years left to live, so the mission is spaz for a couple of them Enough with the buzz, know its coming again/ Never run from the feds, but their hands up for something/ They say don't remember who was there, just bout who wasn't/ [Chorus: rKeats] They told me, you're never gonna be a star/ You're never going take it that far/ You're never going to make it at all/ But, that's, just, what they told me/ They told me, you'll never have a house with a view/ And you'll come crawling back soon/ And then what you gonna do?/ But that's just what they told me/ [Verse 2: Saba] They told me the skies the limit, I'm a few steps past it now/ Said get your degree, see your gap and gown/ Playing jazz in hopes they pa** it down/ So imagine her reaction when I say, “Momma I wanna be a rapper now.”/ Half the time I spent at the desk with a calculator/ I was writing raps in cla**, saving that for later/ Say it lives true, but not in the music/ You just wanted me out the hood so I would not be a hoodlum/ Now I'm touring and whatnot, and plus I/ Only see the positive like plus sign, and must I/ Continue to prove that music is universal/ Like two moons or two signs/ Turns, you pray that I didn't turn down the wrong path/ But I stay on task, and put all of my soul on pat/ They told me I needed financial security they didn't lie/ That's why I'm on stage with a tie, word/ [Chorus] [Verse 3: Frank, An Average Rapper] So good morning America, Frank here/ First show, I was sitting in the lobby, manager said to wait here/ Cause every time we get rap shows we just stay clear/ 5 minutes to curtain, where the fans, cause they ain't here/ But he came after, wrote a check, said i k**ed it/ I was ticked but at least he was man enough to admit it/ And Asking me what is coming up, asking me if it's one and done/ They told me keep my proprieties straight, I hope it's just for fun/ But we just starting out, getting down with down and out/ I ain't even got a crib, I still come and crash on my mommas couch/ They say to do your chores, are you saving for room and board?/ You trying to be a man? You should clown less and then prove it more/ Do what's make you happy, but you should go work at Abbvie/ Stop buying expensive clothes, you're fine wearing polos and khakis/ Fine keeping it cla**y, get the crazy out your system/ They told me why don't you listen? Well, how bout listen?, AH!/ [Chorus]