Fungus Oneson Clang

[Verse 1]
I used to think happiness was about having so much bling
Lookin' for love just to find there was no such thing
I had a vision of giving women a rotund ring
When I couldn't afford a coffee from the Donut King
I learned a lot since then, but do you know what stings?
I'm age 20 still stuck inside the flows I sing
Lyricism is the master that pulls the string
But it's all that I have so I keep close to cling
But if life wasn't hard, it wouldn't be fun
I'm doing things critics once claimed couldn't be done
See I'ma shine when I blow up like I'm cooking a stun
And if you didn't bring your shades don't look at the son (sun)
I'm not a phony but a ton of people took me for one
Like if I rap then I must wanna be a crook with a gun
On the corner getting money while I'm hooking a hon
But I would have to flee the town if any booking begun
I'd rather roll without agility
I stay smooth with this total alkalinity
Great groove [toting?] golden shot ability
Trippin' till I feel my face ooze but I'll sober out eventually
My hilarity and humility -
Leads me to clarity and lucidity -
Followed by scarcity of acidity
I'm just a human with heresy in his history
Lifted like the family of fluidity infinitely
It's funny how I mechanically hit you mystically
Spittin' until you can't even bear the heat or humidity