You Can’t Relate

[Intro]

[Hook: Rob White]

Uggh! I know you mu'fuckas hating that
I keep real as fuck, you can't relate to that..

I do it for the love and get hated back
So I don't MAKE it up, what you make of THAT?

Uggh! I know you mu'fuckas hating that everything I say is so real I can't take it back
One opinion shared by millions don't make it fact and the fact is I'm killin, you can't relate to that...

[Verse 1: Rob White]

I ain't never had peers, EVER!
I ain't on my peers' LEVEL!
I even flow above they ear level
I spit truth but Dare-DEVILS ain't prepared for a rare flow'er
I'm their Hova when they're over

But when I put my life in sentences, all those eye-witnesses'
Amnesia kicks in cause they don't like differences
Between them and this nigga who's life sentence is
To be "real rap's" genesis

But when I rap real it's a real slap to apprentices
Schoolmates mad they don't roll around in Benzesis
Now, I'm like they arch nemesis, went off to war
And they ain't marched with him since

But I can take shots, yeah I got the right arch, in a sense
Put the rock up where I want dog I got Jigga's sense
SO, my J's only moving the Nets
Only time I touch rim's putting shoes on the whips..

[hook]

[Verse 2: Rob White]

Now, if I gave my dog pound for every bad BITCH…
In London town they'd say he's mad rich.. (in pounds)
[I] love a bad switch, pretty face, and a dress game
But nothing keeps me from the pussy of that next dame..

That's why even with a girl I still check mates
Had to get that shit off my CHEST! wait, don't leave, [I'm] used to losing mu'fuckas, so a nigga won't grieve I'll just have girls doing numbers that you won't BELIEVE!

That's Co' livin in his past life
But what's better, slow death or a fast life?
I can spend all my days chasin ass right? or holidays wit a girl that make me ask right

Either way my only question: "is her ass right?" [I'm] shallow than a mu'fucka water's 'bout calf height..

[that] didn't stop me from taking it to a knee
To them hoes, I walk water, but I swim for the "C"

[hook]

[Verse 3: Rob White]

Only way I can explain this
If the line's drawn at being famous
Then I'm JUST shy, like Ye is

[I] always lived like the entertainers, since I was a sixth grader
I took off and never looked back

"Rob White," on paper, I ain't never looked black
Now Rob blow paper like I never took sacks of clothes that never had a transaction
[at] least I know Imma PAY for my past actions, at some point..
And some point and say "you're different now," different HOW? I ain't never MAKE it
Only thing that I invent is crowds

The same people that's waiting to pay respect
To my whips [is] the same ones that's waiting to see me wreck

And the chicks? fuck WAITING for the sex
I hit before I made a hit, and they still waiting for a check, please..

Android kicks only, no checks, please
[I] ate the whole game before I played yo, check please...

[hook]