[Intro] Some 90's Please Yeah [Chorus] Please I got mouths that I got to feed I can't stop, they countin' on me To make a whey that's with out protein So I makes waves, that's without no grease I got mouths that I got to feed I can't stop, they countin' on me To make a whey that's without protein So I makes waves, that's without no grease [Verse 1] I dropped out, I ain't got degrees I found out they were not for me College might be the thing for y'all But "College Dropout" taught me way more (Heh) That's '04 I sim all the time, I made up my mind, dark no morе Never could ask for any more timе in those dorms My alma mater was taught by Marshall Mathers And Sean Professor Carter and Kanye West for starters And Tribe Called Quest, and Common, and Nas, André 3000 Three stacks for short Lupe Fiasco talked all about food and liquor I took what I learned from the words and I filtered it through the Scriptures I'm spittin' the heat, but literally, I didn't have any idea The lyrics all rhyme, so whether the line would become my career The prose that I wrote were movin' Seoul like Korea And make-believers, I still make it home for Sophia, Nayima My daughters, my sons and my spouse I'm just runnin' my name, y'all just runnin' your mouth Never catch me cappin' in raps, I really only two places I'm in the lab or my back, seekin' the Father my hardest So I don't get caught up in all the kind of drama that's common When you just rhymin' for dollars and tryin' to shine like medallions That's an impostor, that's pocket-to-pocket all of the comments And try to hide that they comin', forgot to honor the proverbs For me, the only option's to follow the Bible Let my Provider decide how to honor my grindin' Uh, so it's a method to my madness Tryna' flip a bag, get my daughters in gymnastics [Chorus] Please I got mouths that I got to feed I can't stop, they countin' on me To make a whey that's without protein So I makes waves, that's without no grease Swoope, there it is!