See, I've never been on Smack, but I got a few punchlines Hungry as hell, you can tell I missed the lunch line And I'm unsigned I'm the Kobe B of poetry Hand me the rock when it's crunch time I don't like talking about rap in my raps when I rap But I get caught in the trap of Saying I'm this I'm that I'm nice, I'm ill, I'll spit that crack Great I know you heard that before You heard about b**hes, you heard about who*es I'm thinking to myself if I can bring in any more To the table do the people want saving, I'm not sure Look See, my album is in stores It's not about my infatuation with moving raw I didn't shoot the studio up with my .44 The music is mine, but truthfully it's yours I signed with Chamber Musik, but I'm not with Wu-Tang Flatbush, Brooklyn, but I'm not with the blue gang A Mack 10 years but I'm not with Hoo-Banging Carrots/karats in my necklace so I'm topping the food chain Huh I've been here for a minute My brother is Lord Digga, I was a kid in the beginning I had a major deal but now I'm dealing with living And that sh** is harder than anything My heart is in everything when I throw words And it's a given I'm driven but not chauffeured I heard from many people, "Sha it's not your turn" But somehow I just never believed it I made Follow The Leader just to say the sh** I really mean My parents was slim, so yes I got skinny genes/jeans But not pants and no I can't dance Somehow I get money I smile when I rhyme it's so easy it's just funny I just heard a beat that I murdered last year But I didn't get cleared on the song by Kid Cudi To be honest that sh** bugged me Cause I'm in another weight cla** and I ain't ga**ed I'm sick