GoldAN - Attendance lyrics

[Verse 1] Trey Coachman here and present Gonna take it to the underground Cla**ical was my sound 'Till I received a beat down Now, I got more game then you ever will have Oh my bad for pointing out the obvious is that sad? That they can't take the truth Or at least understand Don't John Wilkes Boothe me, I just became the man I just stole the title So Imma brag like a lunatic Step aside prick, you getting nauseous? I'll make you sick Better be cautious, cause you stepped inside the lion's den Why are you topless? You're in a room full of men We walked into a room, I walked out And the story goes. Oh yeah the end I tend to be questioned 'Why am I so white?' Am I an oxymoron cause I'm black and I speak right? I might go straight Ebonics on these pieces of shhh Or Michael Jordan posterize the bricks right out of you bish I said loud and clear that I'm the greatest Taking a seat as Prince of the game Nobody but my boys were patient Heck not even all of them anticipated the change [Chorus: Childish Gambino sample] Born to be the greatest this is not by accident x2 Born to be the greatest x2 Born to be the greatest this is not by accident x2 Born to be x3 Born to be the greatest this is not by accident Born to x4 Born to be Accident [Verse 2] Since Day 1 in Texas They taught I'd be reckless Born on April fool's Day, no joke I came at 1 AM So I never missed breakfast Always fueled and ready Taking down opponents with the arms of spaghetti That was a great warm-up don't shoot confetti Staying steady, not even pulling out the punch lines That would take Betty Crocker off her rocker Shock-(h)er like the Detroit's Womens Team Moved when I came back around the same time I decree that I'm the illest in this Asthma and the cold ain't got nothing on this kid Shut your lid pretty boy I did it! While you're still getting breastfeed I shake my head and how terrible your speech is My set standards increases Yet we all shake are groove thing when Herb meets Peaches Get on my level I'm back-flipping, while you flip the bird I've been called worst things then obscure So take your turn to learn about the bruises after the burns You gotta know you're the greatest before putting yourself on the plaque It hit me, while dwelling by a fire Thinking how my parents worked and what they acquired On their way, and how I never lost an organized game till the 7th grade So the direction I went was up Most of my friends thought that I'm star struck Not seeing the pathway that I construct With a little elbow grease and buck Still fighting against the comments that said 'YOU su*k' Jokes with the Klux It all seems so abrupt But it was my luck Cause if I don't have haters I ain't doing something right It's sorta like my first ballet cla** Guys who I learn who weren't my friends called me gay Yet I was still unashamed At the school dance the girls looked in amaze Ha! Had me laughing 4, 3 days 2 the knowledge that I'm the 1 Like 2pac "I hit 'em up son!" [Chorus] [Verse 3: Max Capa**o] Yo it's Max Capa**o Representing LO Not here to rap though Here's a guitar solo [Respected Guitar Solo]