Verse (Jay Complex)

This the nose that I breathe through
The same one that I french inhale the trees through
You would never play the part of mr. me too
Not because you can’t, its cause you don’t wanna be me dude
Trust me, when everything I say is honest
My truth to cool to lie, so every verse is a promise
Putting that on my heart, which means I’m weighing down my sleeve
The stitching ain’t strong enough, so now the material breathe
Breathe in, breathe out, every day is show time
22 scenes, still it ain’t money to blow time
We hoping that the very next take, might give us our big break
And better now than late, right
You feeling me, I can see you be feeling me
There’s only a few of you, but the few can see the real in me
It’s real to me, all this love is real to me
I don’t suggest you do it too...it’s torture just being me
To be the chubby kid in class back in sixth grade
Rockin a part in my aubrey graham skin fade (1:26)
A razor bump or 2 enough for me to feel lame
Man I hope the cutest girl in class know my real name
Never fitting in, was forced in my own lane
With diction that sound like I lost my tickets to the soul train
So I ain’t black huh? Probably never rap huh?
Who was I to say no, thought I sounded like a cracker
It was so bad, went to the wrong hood
And my homie told me, please try to sound a little blacker
Then high school came, and I started to catch on
Sag my pants a little, convincing em I was slept on
Tryna meet em in the middle but frankly..
It never pans out, but despite the doubt, somehow I kept on
Tiny voice in my head telling me keep going
Round the same time pops was cheating, I was beast-moding (2:06)
But not in music yet, I was still tryna find me
An old soul trapped in adolescent timing
First kiss and first girlfriend at fifteen
Ain’t the same chick, couldn’t tell me I wasn’t pimping
Looking to the future, never saw myself sip lean
Yet here I am wit a glass of that purple pink thing
I figured women out before graduation though
At least to the extent that man could ever know
Pops moves out, but I didn’t feel shit
Mum tryna convince me of emotions I should deal with
Life lesson 1, make her laugh and she’ll love you for it
Lesson 2, treat her bad, and she’ll love you for it
But lesson 3, if you shower her in love
Then you might as well consider that relationship aborted
Fooling myself attending college for a couple years
But Canada was good to me, nostalgia brought a couple tears
Grocery money spent on microphones and headsets
Stealing my roommate’s food, hope I don’t get catch
Can you feel it, can you feel it, do ya like?
Does my pain, entertain? Relating even if it’s slight
If you waiting for the hook, please remember this is life
And the entire thing a freestyle, so you don’t rap it twice

Nahh...you only get on shot
So it’s yolo motherfuckers! Going straight to the top!