Saba - Last.Week's.Paper. lyrics

[Hook] These thoughts of mansions, they dreaming At high school campus i'm saving for new equipment My man saving for pampers, shirts Selling, dreaming of pamphlet like this can't be life This can't be life [Verse 1] I'm in the hood like I'm Eric Wright in 85 I'm too prudent, straight A student Hang with hoodlums and n***as with no future And I mute it like Bermuda Kept [?] Some n***as want me dead and others want me famous And I don't even care, I carry kerosene Straight flame, I paint a page Ladies call me mean cause I don't speak Ain' that my ways, I'm a shy guy Waiting to elope with Lois Lane But I'm not Superman, I'm a super lame [?] move quiet, Earth god, how I'm on the ink Really a thug in a nerd's body, in search of shrink My head big and it's filled up with fallacies Hood teach the opposite that school do, which to use All my mutual friends through FB comment on my Youtube Like yo you rap ain't know you do that, but like who you ‘pposed to be Lupe or something, is you getting paid or something You doing big, n***a you think you faith or something They say the name says, I'm perfectly fine Shante called me Saba for the first time That name spread around the school like a rumor Got a new nickname so now I am cooler Don't do my homework I cheat off the white kids Still in my honors, I'm still in my honest, mama grown Paid college, long as daddy on the dial tone My uncle got locked up they took him out of my home My stepfather was shot and bled right around the corner Got in his car like nothing happened and got my mom Got a paper due, Imma write it in homeroom Hard to do work at home when I don't have my own room [Hook]