It's like I don't think you fully
Understand who I am  y'know

I'm just a good kid from Compton
That wanna rap

I don't represent no colors
I represent my lil' sisters
And brothers
I'm the oldest  nigga

And if you can't respect that
Your whole perspective is wack
Check it out
I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z
Until I finally realised that
Jay wasn't me
I took my time to jot down
Every line that's a quotable
Critics say I don't be killing
This shit but I know I do
Because I used to practice early
Morning and then after school
I'm working on my hooks my nigga
I ain't tryna battle you
But even if I did  I guarantee
I'd overshadow you
Like a f**ked up taper that
Turned to bowl cut
I'ma close cut to Common
And Gucci Mane
Now that's a comparison
That you probably wouldn't
Understand
Because I can touch the people
And still keep it ghetto
As an '87 Regal with the tree air
Freshener on the rearview mirror
I wear a heart on my shoulder
'Member when we used to make the
Boost look like Motorola
Your cousin f**ked up your room
Every time he came over
Then went to jail when we got older
That shit is a bad odor  but still
I remain focussed
In due time  I'll be able to swipe
My card and it won't say decline
That shit's embarrassing huh
Hope no one pay you no mind
But it's a bad bitch behind you
While you standing in line
Can you relate to my story
Can you follow my dreams
And admirations that I had ever
Since I was thirteen
My momma believed in me  she let
Me use her van to go to the studio
Even though she know her tank is empty
That's who I do it fo'
My pops got a different approach
Yeah he believed
But he always questioned when
I'ma drop my debut CD
How long this gon' take nigga
You still haven't ate nigga
At twenty-two I had two cars
And my own place nigga
It's a sacrifice I try to tell him
That's when he turn to BET
And tell me that he jealous
Of all these niggas getting money
And their shit don't sound like shit
I ate tryna kill your confidence
Or forcing you to quit
I just wanna hear you heard
Yep  yep  that's my word
Make a statement with these
Nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor
That's poured out on the curb
Listen to my nouns and verbs
(Man I wanna be heard)
Like a cattle with sheep
While y'all sleep I re-up
Cooking up all day
Like a mad scientist in that
Laboratory

Motherf**k what a critic got to say
I'ma be heard
What up Dasan
I ain't forgot nigga
You developed me
Telling me I was hot nigga
You believed in me first
That's what's for sure
At the church recording
At the garage  but it worked
But me and Dave kind
Of felt you lost the passion
A lot was going on in your
Life and you needed space
But still I should have came
To you first to tell you what happened
But I was seventeen and figured
It's best I stay away
And I wrong  I was young

And couldn't look you in the eye
For what I'd done
But I'm telling you we ain't done
Matter of fact  how's your sons
What they up to
Remember they used to run away
While you had worked on ProTools
People I used to be in the booth
Till four in the morning
With school in the morning  yawning
But I was on it
Me  you and Dave was on it
Buzzing like Charlotte Hornets
When that tape dropped
Where them beats nigga  It's been
Five years since we had rocked
Time to be heard
Yep  yep  that's my word
Make a statement with these nouns and verbs
I represent the liquor that's poured out on the curb
Listen to my nouns and verbs (man I wanna be heard)
Like a cattle with sheep
While y'all sleep I re-up  cooking up all day
Like a mad scientist in that laboratory
Motherf**k what a critic got to say  I'ma be heard
So can you feel it
When you hear it do it
Pulsate your spirit
Does it make you wanna say
Motherf**k a gimmick