[Intro]
Hey, it's just me
I got some words
Yo, mmm, listen please

[Verse]
Everybody hates me when they see me
But they love me once they meet me
And I'm hotter than the sun wearing a beanie
This the life I live because I chose it
Nobody ever proposed it
But it's so picture perfect you would think that I was posing
For the cameras and the lenses
I would never consider someone who knew about my business as a friend
It's crazy to think that forever isn't endless
And even though these things make sense, I'm still relentless
When it comes to putting dinner in my stomach
I'll be grubbing onto something till I love it then I vomit
Running up that hill to the money like a summit
I'm the coldest white boy in this rap thing, I promise
Too many tattoos to even start counting
Spent so much on them had to hire an accountant
Filled up quick like my body was a tweet
But 140 characters could never let me be
To the people, the art of how I truly feel
Ain't but, damn, won't be enough, I need the whole damn easel
New nickname King James 'cause I'm regal
Thank God freedom of speech isn't illegal, look
I hope to be the next 2Pac Shakur
Walk a different path than now, with two socks before
I get two shots or more taken at me from the wrong weapon
Where I'm from we never see Smith and Wesson's
But I'm guessing if a lesson could be learned instead of lived
God would have a whole lot more to give
People fucking for themselves and then they have a little kid
Bring them out unto this Earth and then desert them for a bit, look
I spit faster than the voice behind a fine print
I'm losing my mind, so it'd be great if I could find it
I say that I love money but the love I have is priceless
I'm in first place, you won't ever find me behind it
Uh, my statistics keep on moving up
Sorry if you hated on me and you never wished me luck
But I don't give an f-word and I never did
Who are you to say that you ever doubted this kid
So blessed that I was let to dream
So I tap out, I let my feelings on this retina screen
Made a living for myself, bought expensive things
That in-crowd till I die, man, I love my team, look
I can hardly believe that I smoked weed
But I was feeling green that day, call it Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Used to play guitar a lot until I broke a string
The low E, which is the exact one that I need
'Cause my emotion's so low, tanks on me
And I could give a fuck about ya, take on me
I'm not the same but still a hipster and a shitty artist
Need those six zero's, like I said I barely fucking started
[Outro]
I'm starving, I'm starving, I'm starving
Starving for attention, for attention
Point your eyes please, please, oh, please
Point them in my direction
'Cause I'm starving, I'm starving for attention
I'm starving for attention, starving for a
Starving for an answer
Oh no, oh no, no, mmm