Grams thought I'd sound like a newsboy
Sorry grams, but your boy make em move coy
Y'all thought I sound like a has been
A NAC boy, the acronym for not a chance
Fam think I sound like embarrassment
Now I think I sound like comparisons
I'm that boy, I'm the one who rap boy
You the one about to get it, you the one who asked for it
Street dreams for the NAC
I keep peace, but I stack it, the MAP
Is still lost in the attic, and it may be
I'll turn PVM into the MVP, but still
Aye, if I don't fit in with the worldly
And I don't fit in with the Christians will they curb me
Most times told myself I was burden
So that is what I meant when I say you don't deserve me, and look
Grams thought I'd sound like a newz boy
Sorry grams, but your boy make em move coy
Y'all thought I sound like a has been
A NAC boy, the acronym for not a chance
Fam think I sound like embarrassment
Now I think I sound like comparisons
I'm that boy, I'm the one who rap boy
You the one about to get it, you the one who asked for it
Ask it again, if I'm rapping for him
Told me never sell out, but left me out on a limb
I don't care about the clout, but it's hard to pretend
Like you won't catch me on the gram tryna flaunt it again
But I guess that's all I am, just another thug rapping
They don't want me in the church cause the budget couldn't fit it, right
But let me step off they don't get it
No connection but they all about reception
My back hurts from bed hoppin' these hotels
Playin shows that no one shows, to low sales
I can't slow cause money's low, I prevail
I keep going, I praise God to raise hell
They don't want another rapper with some gimmicks
They just wanna see somebody push the limits
I gave em plenty they don't care about the minutes
I let em sweat, I don't worry bout the critics