Back with a vengeance It's an act of allegiance I'm back with the pen, rapping again Actually mad that I need a bag, then again Hence I've never been better I'm stuck on the fence, high Up above the world Still I'm underground Chill in the place where my friends lie Bitch, I've been high You ever wonder where I'm going in the first place Nowadays I travel from my birthplace And I'm finally doing things, take a shot of Jack Daniels Out at Nina's, getting Swanky for a birthday See if I can hang out with 'em per se See if I can hear the birds sing in the birch tree From the porch swing I've been learning to enjoy life You ain't heard Give a fuck about what nerds say Better run when I come with a DeLorean Buckle up, get, you do nothing for me, man There were mornings when I was mourning, man My grandfather who fought in the war that's Korean And I was really fucking pissed that I was missing on his service Now my heart is heavy, certain That's a part that's always hurting On my way, now I'm older as I pull away the curtain I was way underage, had 'em looking like a pervert Working till it's perfect Now I'm sitting as a surgeon Tell me, why is he concerned I'm getting better with a burner Bitch, the kings are in my corner I'm dropping bombs like Kurt Warner I might even start a problem to deal with it out of boredom Said what you doing Yeah, how you feel I've been running Through the field I'm not normal So what's the deal Man, I don't get it There's no appeal Aye No appeal I don't get it No appeal No appeal I don't get it No appeal Aye No appeal I don't get it No appeal I'm not normal What's the deal I don't get it There's no appeal Look What you doing How you feel Don't tell me lies If it isn't real I'm not normal So what's the deal Saving all my pennies into dollars Then a couple mill Aye Do not leave your iPad in the place where I sat Cause I wanna get the money And I'm now on my path, different from my Dad Motherfucker, I'm hungry I apologize cause I really might snap You can shoot me but I'm solid Cause a really tight vest Take a look at my chest Read a book on my past Maybe you'll get motivation and go look at rhyme pads Man, fuck being normal Of course you are cordial, bored if you're told to Listen up, the fans don't adore you You hustle all day, all week to perform To get paid by the door dude You've been way off course I was trained for the poor use I just need a little strength to ignore you Straight to the point, whose bank is enormous I invest in the right place I'm in a tight space Record a new line, get it right by the ninth take Line up, the guy's fake Light in my eyes, wait I love a time where the tide's up against me Might have a history writing for Disney I need a guide declassified from Bigby High up, I'm tripping I smoke like chimneys What am I missing Life is a mystery Said what you doing Yeah, how you feel I've been running Through the field I'm not normal What's the deal Man, I don't get it There's no appeal Aye No appeal I don't get it No appeal No appeal I don't get it No appeal Aye No appeal I don't get it No appeal I'm not normal What's the deal I don't get it It's no appeal