Verse I FreestyleÂ’s and Hooks, exiled like crooks, baggy jeans my style judge by the looks Shook by parliament I mean society I in me starting this riot up inside of me I could by my own suit, and switch up my Tim Boots the funny thing is I make more money than you do, So classify me as a backpacker manufactured IÂ’ll spit on the mic to spite your laughter IÂ’m only young once whatÂ’s your rush, In God I trust donÂ’t mold me IÂ’ll never adjust
I think youÂ’ve got the wrong person So what makes a bad person rappinÂ’ cursing skating rappin hurting WhoÂ’s a Saint? IÂ’m still learning. So take me to the hospital or just check yourself you got enough would in your eye to make a shelf CanÂ’t say I ainÂ’t done it, judged or got blunted, next time confronted IÂ’ll shine my boxers out in public.
Verse II ItÂ’s not that I want your respect or need feel except Through God I got rest I see you do reject Huh, looking at me like you know me, judge me by my clothing skeptical, and all knowing Step in a room now a days and all eye brows raise, is it my sexy face or my messy hair state, (I hope itÂ’s) it must be the spirit on me saved by grace Know apology constantly around like monopoly Courtesy of your ignorance, and people looking different I stay diligent, and tell my story over instruments IÂ’m not your average adolescence arrogant or disrespecting parents Hold your tongue in, say nothing ye mumbling the alphabet Not accurate a false package I otta charge ye for harassment So the next time I purchase clothes or someone serves me IÂ’m showing love why donÂ’t you, show me some courtesy
Verse III I still remember this occasion back when I was teenaging raging like I lack the patience Walk into a mall for a purchase, store clerk looking kind a nervous all hawk eyed, and merciless Chill for a second what you dealing with I wasnÂ’t gonna steel it you freaking all serious, Easy on the judgment you gone blown your trumpet, kid looking rugged think IÂ’m tripping on some substance, ItÂ’s not your fault you were born that way, gone astray thinking ever child teens a renegade, Let me shed some light on your blindness open up your iris, ye hinis donÂ’t check the black or the whiteness, ItÂ’ all about equality word if you follow me, Love your neighbor as yourself what! ThatÂ’s my policy
Hook You donÂ’t even know me you donÂ’t know me (echo) So insecure I guess you judging me (echo) IÂ’m not the type of guy that wants acceptance Not influenced by what people say