Contains samples from:
"Tha Muthaphukkin Real"
by: Eazy E. &
"Y.B.Teenagers" by:
Young Black Teenagers
lyrics
(V.1)
I was, just a teen, new to the high school scene,
already seen the kids I grew with stream into the machine/
I couldn't be that green, I wouldn't join that team,
was too keen from my seeings, and too demeaned from these beings/
Anxieties and bad dreams lead to insecurities,
hit the herb it seems to curb & cure impurities/
Girlies stare at me but it ain't positive,
It's like they all be scared of me, & then commence the gossip/
Theodoropolus the creep until you need to cop the clout weed,
We rolled in middle school but now you wanna out me/
See through phonies wanna try and re-route me,
But I never gave a fuck in what you thought about me/
The in crowd scene, could never understand me,
treat me like a play thing and try to underhand me/
They couldn't command me, a psycho from Bramalea,
then finally found a gang of teens, who seemed more like a family/
I couldn't see being the noob of the pack,
that secretly I was the joke of their laughs (HA!)
I didn't see the trash talk behind my back,
But kept on proving myself until the test was passed/
I pointed out the backstabbers who attempted to soil,
I couldn't shout enough about our pack together and loyal/
I kept pushing the issue about unity the goal,
you thought I posed then saw I posses music in my sole/
Now I'm too cool for school , too rad for mon n dad,
Numerically I used to rule but now I'm bombing in math/
Got a "D" in Phys Ed "how the fuck ya manage that?"
An artist failing in art, that made my old man snap!/
Was too busy cutting class, was too busy spitting songs,
was too busy smoking hash, was too busy hitting bongs/
Too busy carving my niche, too busy getting along,
but now I finally fit in, and landed where I belong/
(V.2)
So now we do our own thing in this collaboration,
anybody steps to us, were gonna smash their face in/
Getting respect now and admiration,
Was too bad ass to attend my graduation/
Enter the real world what's the next move?
Moved into a house with three of the best dudes/
I was barely making rent with little cash & less food,
Time to try something new and get my ass in the groove/
Started working at a gas station midnights,
perfecting beat creations so my shits tight/
my pen shooting off on paper like a gun right,
write 2 pages every shift until its sunlight/
Still not making ends that are satisfactory,
started taking friends money selling hash & weed/
practically every homie gives his cash to me,
and this little piggy over here won't be catching me/
Smashing me in the club you must be joking b,
Cus I'm rollin with a crew that's like 40 deep/
We be the shadows in the corners that are smoking weed,
See me on the dance floor doing the shorty creep/
Cus Everywhere we go we be the spectacle,
All the hoes got us locked in they rectacles/
Just like Looking down the barrel of a sniper scope,
Analyzing how we roll under a microscope/
Then I started fucking with the microphone,
putting Brampton on the map to take the title home/
Grasshopped, 3 n passed, while I blast fat cones,
Double duties with the Wiggaz and my Black Belt Jones/
As fate would have it, things got outlandish,
friendships strained to the point of damage/
Everyone vanished and the scene got blasphemous,
we're on hiatus, but you ain't heard or seen the last of us/
(V.3)
The homies all scattered, relationships shattered,
I'm feeling all battered over everything that mattered/
couldn't get any sadder, wasn't making any clatter,
Then I met this bad bitch who made my dick swell fatter/
Shackled up with her, and my main man Dove,
Plus my good friend Julie now I'm feeling the love/
Battling my innards, all my demons I shove,
Put my good foot forward,but still dealing in drugs/
I wasn't making no music, I was loosing my shit,
Then I got a call from Gerg, and rekindled the friendship/
He gave me two new songs, with some mad hard riffs,
Next thing I know I'm the booth with a band called Grift/
Then I moved to the boonies so I could start tattooing,
Was still dropping bombs, with the metal rap spewing/
Took it to the hole, like my name was Pat Ewing,
Toured across Canada and kept the pack moving/
But everywhere I look I see my friends lives changing,
They quit smoking weed cus their anxieties were raging/
Moving out of Brampton, holding open house staging,
Getting married to their sweethearts and start rearranging/
The day room, cus they got a child on the way soon,
Totally consumed, while I'm wild and I stay doomed/
Building up careers and making great pay too,
While I'm watching cartoons, as the top of the day blooms/
30 creeping up on me, it seemed to make sense,
To get myself a wife and kid just like my friends/
Who all own nice homes, with the white picket fence,
But I'm living in a rathole and still paying rent/
My significant other, now an alcoholic rager,
Left me in the dust, took my kid, that was major/
Now I'm 40 staring at my old pager... singing,
"Why must I be a teenager?"/
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