Two Toned

Pale skinned sunburned got me lookin' two toned

Specs on no contacts like a new phone

Lookin' in the mirror man I'm too grown

Pubes so long it's like my dick got a Jew fro

And my girl never ask me to trim it

That's real shit go ahead imagine the image

I'm the man you ain't even got to ask if I'm with it

And you ain't ready for the game

Go on back to the scrimmage

Lookin' pissed off when they rollin' past me

Tell the truth I ain't even know we had beef

I guess it must be cause the flow is nasty

Said it's H.A.R. and she know the last three

Woke up this morning feeling halfway optimistic

And until I got to school I was glad that I was livin'

Shits depressing every class I'm feelin' distant

I can't focus when I know I'll just be rappin' for a living

Tryna' get my groove on like I'm Kuzco

Drop a new song then I move dope

Young Frank Underwood these rappers Peter Russo

Won't stop till I'm big ballin like Manute Bol

Tell em keep on moving the belt

So these manufactured rappers looking stupid as hell

I wonder what it's like to not be true to yourself

Cause I've been doing my thing and I've been doing it well

I'm the man in my city they like damn when they see me

Mini vans full of fans and they playing my CD

At my shows on they toes tryna stand up and see me

If these neighborhood kids had the chance

They would be me yup

Pale skinned sunburned got me lookin' two toned

Specs on no contacts like a new phone

Specs on no contacts like a new phone

Fresh up out the oven Ima serve it crispy

I know these rappers wish that they was working with me

I know most these soccer moms prolly turning fifty

But I'm on the sidelines and they flirting with me

Touching on my biceps askin if I've grown

Playing with my curls and she laughing at my jokes

I can tell she want it Ima take it if I get the chance

Next thing I know I'm in the back of the mini van

Young Harlow I got the sauce boy

Feeling like a boss Rick Ross voice (Huh)

Putting bets against me that's the wrong choice

Whole team wavey yeah we looking like a convoy

Swagger on a hundred fifty

I hear them talk a lot but they ain't fucking with me

I think these local artists need another city

Cause I ain't backing down until they come and get me

I'm the man in my city they like damn when they see me

Mini vans full of fans and they playing my CD

At my shows on they toes tryna stand up and see me

If these neighborhood kids had the chance they would be me

Pale skinned sunburnt got me lookin' two toned

Specs on no contacts like a new phone

Specs on no contacts like a new phone