Of All the Gin Joints

I don’t want to be famous, I just want to have fun
They tell me just to live my life, I’m making it a fast one
Blazed off the high life, they will never change me
They can talk all they want cus’ they never have to face me
Checking my phone waiting for a text message
Spend my time working, grinding to get leverage
I’ve got no time for her, we’ve all got baggage
It’s funny how fate won’t let us (lettuce), so I guess it’s called cabbage
Bringing classy to the game, look at how I’m civilized
All these rappers do the same, they just like to live a lie
A kid called me faggot once, he recently apologized
Maybe he’s the faggot cunt, I just healed the wounds he brutalized
Ask me why I do this, ain’t the usual crowd
I just wanna live day to day and make my parents proud
People say I’ve changed, but I’m still the same person
I’ve just been through some shit, like the marshall mathers version
I know I’m not a gangster, but I am a role model
Rich kids watch me, Grey Goose, whole bottle
Gotta play the game right, If you ever wanna win it
Got strangers texting me, asking me why I spit it
Fuck all the haters, life is funny, cus I did it
All the bitches love me, and theyre tighter than my fitteds
Could be a smack rapper, talk shit, no regard
But everybody’s doin that, it’s cliché to go hard

My swag is like red-wine, you better check your intake
Bout to make the head-line, you better check the mixtape
Dinner by myself, I don’t need anyone
Saw a stuffed giraffe, asked my parents to get me one
I followed her on tumblr, and she hasn’t changed a bit
Now in fact I wonder, If she still thinks of me and shit
I got kids asking why I rapping all serious like
I do my shit different, progress from experience right?
Kids call me hero, disappointment is a total shame
If I can’t be superman, I guess I’m the lowest lane (lois lane)
Back-pack, snap-back, boarding plane flight
I am just homesick, but home is in plain sight
I’m trashing all my old shit, I’m all about real shit
Life is a bitch, you just have to deal shit
Gotta be somebody, ignore all the texts
Most of em are bitches who just wanna have sex
I’m not at all ghetto, niggas know I’m bumpin’ class
I’m trying to change rap, all of you will come to pass
Rappers think they swag, talking bitches, hoes, and shit
Fucking stop saying swag, I get bitches, hoes, and shit
I’ve always had it in me, just noone thought to listen
Everybody doubted me, laughing at my writtens
But who’s laughing now when I spit with all precision
Keep calm and party on that’s the way I’m living