Verse 1:

Why do I rap? Most people never ask
They assume I want to, they assume that I can
They assume I’m up for it, like 12 a.m
Assuming, I don’t drop the ball don’t want to fumble man...
New Year, New life on the double man
Don’t you know Heavy’s the head for the troubled man
My past love bought me T.I. for my birthday damn
I had a T.I. when I was calculating numbers ma’am
Loves an equation and the answer is vexed
We all deserve access to the best of the best
Just to plot a few points, tell me where we intercept
I’m still asking, why? Trying to figure out my Ex
Writing down my lines like an asymptote
Is he paying attention like they’ve asked him to?
Man I still got class like I’m passing notes
Mr. Class president, yall can cast a vote
It’s a game huh? When they shut down the government
I call that, Nights of the old republicans
If it was my house, I’d smash yall in the head with a pumpkin
And blame the democrats; Oktoberfest is for the drunk kids
The key is for me to escape
I’m not working retail at an employee’s rate
Bored up in the corner, writing down my past
Words I control
Alt-Del the managers for the task, Roy-El

Verse 2:

Yeah my city, I’ll make ‘em proud like “that’s our son”
Flow so fire, make the C go and part one
They say i got drive that’s why I’m from Car-son
I’ll take the C out so yall can see I’m spitting arson
I’m here to tell em what the difference is
Being you and unique ain't all the same when there’s differences
Bugs me when people don’t pursue their interests
Ants don’t ignore their fallen that’s just ignorance
More drive, more drive than the gosling
Made beats during the summer, I’m saying i produced off-spring
I’m trying to ball like the Spalding, why play horse with me when yall can barely ollie


(Yeah My city)

Verse 3:

Wu tang said get the money
Putty Tang said get the Pussy
Put myself in the game
My jerseys sure to get a snooki
See myself in the win though
They better not dare overlook me
Riding coach up in a plane
Pause
I watch the game like a rookie
Had to go solo
I needed space like the wookie
I don’t mean to start wars, but this monster is here to ball
And you rappers all look like cookies
So open up that jar jar, and bring me a little chewie
I could shut it down like the discovery zone
I sure lock things down
You best discover me Homes
So what son, it’s elementary, I’m on a roll
But the eff the A, even though I’m grade A with the flow
Man have you ever heard anything as real as this
Told you I got class from the beginning like syllabus
Passed the paper back and turned around, now she thinks I’m cute
She face booked me, now her friend request I answer too
I feel it in my heart and soul like the pastors do
Shout out to ab-soul for putting us on, Yeah i Ab- Salute-ly
Know it’s irrelevant to my relatives that I rap so absolute
I’m just saying this rap thing, it’s what I have to do