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When I start off, I beat the time like a heart throb
Excuse me if I’m clumsy, need to find out where my bars gone
Millions claim they’re genuine then people find they are not
So I’ll be straight with you: If you’re trying to find a real guy, you are lost!
Fakest in the game, yeah I won that trophy years ago
Between me and Waka Flocka, man that competition really close!
They say „You got what it takes, Nate!”, but deep down, I know I clearly don’t
They say through this you’ll gain exposure, but I’m hoping no one hears me though
I’m unconscious, and I’m thoughtless, your sister’s new favorite artist
I bought this persona on Amazon so this swagger came in boxes
Hey, don’t knock it! I spent over $25 so I saved on shopping
And to re-juice my ego boost I just quit playing Bop-It
I’m ig-norant, I like fi-ckle rants
My primary goal is to get in- your pants
Look at all this money! I just have too much of it
Aren’t you jealous buddy? Why don’t you touch a bit?
I’m done with this cause all I did was suggest you come judge my spit
But all you dudes would offer to my cockiness was compliments
Hop off it kids… I’m overdosed on confidence
And my phallus is so valuable you might as well just auction it
Seriously though… I suck as an artist!
When I come and spit my bars, people don’t know what the right response is
Like what do I even call this? Could you label it as rap?
I just long to hear you say, „You know, that Nathan isn’t bad…”
But have patience with my craft, I’m just an aging little calf
I mean, what more can you expect when you hear a baby spit a rap?
I haven’t spent long enough with a pen drawing stuff I been pondering
To get honest guff from someone with too much testosterone
I just vent off the cuff… well sorta, I’ve been holding off
By the way, you thought this was live? Well, nope it’s not!
See, I’ve always been a phony, brah, I probably didn’t need to say it
But uh… my whole existence needs new maintenance
I’ve never produced a great piece of art, flubbed all my takes
I can’t promote my tape, cause people just don’t relate
Nothing I make will be anything other than fake
I’m just coming to face I just suck–end debate!
And when this video doesn’t make it, I’m still gonna be angry
Even though I just ranted about not wanting to be famous for faking
I waver my statements, my faith keeps on changing
I’ll say one thing, and I’ll blatantly disclaim it
I spend my days dreaming off fame, receiving praise from people with bank
Thinking they will lead me away from failure instead of plain clearing my lane
Any day I’ll break from my cage and see my fakes as you perceive them relayed
So I’ll patiently just take it easy, wait for me to change!
This is just depressing
My little brother left me
He said my music sucks so much the pigs will come arrest me
And I’m guessing that I don’t have much longer
To be jogging on this song, I think I’m gonna end it
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