[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
To whom it may concern I roll another L and let the paper burn
Boy I'm bout to put on my signal I need to take a turn
See I be tryna tell em' but it's hard to make em learn
The white man run the ballers too, David Stern
Kindergarten teacher had me twisted
Had me up in that slow class
Didn't know that I was gifted
I bet they mad they missed it cause that youngin' bout to blow up
And they gon' want me down when they see a nigga throw up
Her feet up in the air man I got yo daughter toe up
Have her smokin' until she stupid and her drinkin'
Until she throw up
Now whose to blame
The game chose me I didn't choose the game
I can only take away your perception of it I can't remove the pain
It's hard to accept the money and then refuse the fame
Now I feel like Etta James
Takin out my blues in vein
Go get a brain
Nigga lose the chain
Cause that's that goofy ass shit that be makin'
Most of you losers lame
A lotta dudes the same I know that I'm different
Cause even in the middle of it I be feelin' distant
Everything's changin' on you it's hard to be consistent
Workin' by myself no assistant
Kids These Days is like a movement in the making
So if you think I'm playin' yo amusement is mistaken
Niggas word to Jay they think the music is amazing
And we just be chillin' with our people proofin' in the basement
I'm a fly guy
Burn the turbine fuel soon as a nigga fly by
Chilling when I step in the science
Captain Sci-Fi
Workin' on my touch like I'm on somebodies Wi-Fi
But need my own box like muay thai
Feed on the router I'm in my room up on my macbook
Was on the streets while you was hittin' the black book
Watch my front girl
I'll tell you how yo back look
The mission is to change more lives than crack took
I'm back on the block
I know it's wrong but we all go through it
Fightin' my subliminal tellin' me dawg don't do it
Told myself I needed my space
Then logged onto it
It was love like Jessica Hewitt
Until I blew it
To whom it may concern I roll another L and let the paper burn
Boy I'm bout to put on my signal I need to take a turn
See I be tryna tell em' but it's hard to make em learn
The white man run the ballers too, David Stern
Kindergarten teacher had me twisted
Had me up in that slow class
Didn't know that I was gifted
I bet they mad they missed it cause that youngin' bout to blow up
And they gon' want me down when they see a nigga throw up
Her feet up in the air man I got yo daughter toe up
Have her smokin' until she stupid and her drinkin'
Until she throw up
Now whose to blame
The game chose me I didn't choose the game
I can only take away your perception of it I can't remove the pain
It's hard to accept the money and then refuse the fame
Now I feel like Etta James
Takin out my blues in vein
Go get a brain
Nigga lose the chain
Cause that's that goofy ass shit that be makin'
Most of you losers lame
A lotta dudes the same I know that I'm different
Cause even in the middle of it I be feelin' distant
Everything's changin' on you it's hard to be consistent
Workin' by myself no assistant
Kids These Days is like a movement in the making
So if you think I'm playin' yo amusement is mistaken
Niggas word to Jay they think the music is amazing
And we just be chillin' with our people proofin' in the basement
I'm a fly guy
Burn the turbine fuel soon as a nigga fly by
Chilling when I step in the science
Captain Sci-Fi
Workin' on my touch like I'm on somebodies Wi-Fi
But need my own box like muay thai
Feed on the router I'm in my room up on my macbook
Was on the streets while you was hittin' the black book
Watch my front girl
I'll tell you how yo back look
The mission is to change more lives than crack took
I'm back on the block
I know it's wrong but we all go through it
Fightin' my subliminal tellin' me dawg don't do it
Told myself I needed my space
Then logged onto it
It was love like Jessica Hewitt
Until I blew it
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