Back with a vengeance
It's an act of allegiance
I'm back with the pen, rapping again
Actually mad that I need a bag, then again
Hence I've never been better
I'm stuck on the fence, high
Up above the world
Still I'm underground
Chill in the place where my friends lie
Bitch, I've been high
You ever wonder where I'm going in the first place
Nowadays I travel from my birthplace
And I'm finally doing things, take a shot of Jack Daniels
Out at Nina's, getting Swanky for a birthday
See if I can hang out with 'em per se
See if I can hear the birds sing in the birch tree
From the porch swing
I've been learning to enjoy life
You ain't heard
Give a fuck about what nerds say
Better run when I come with a DeLorean
Buckle up, get, you do nothing for me, man
There were mornings when I was mourning, man
My grandfather who fought in the war that's Korean
And I was really fucking pissed that I was missing on his service
Now my heart is heavy, certain
That's a part that's always hurting
On my way, now I'm older as I pull away the curtain
I was way underage, had 'em looking like a pervert
Working till it's perfect
Now I'm sitting as a surgeon
Tell me, why is he concerned I'm getting better with a burner
Bitch, the kings are in my corner
I'm dropping bombs like Kurt Warner
I might even start a problem to deal with it out of boredom
Said what you doing
Yeah, how you feel
I've been running
Through the field
I'm not normal
So what's the deal
Man, I don't get it
There's no appeal
Aye
No appeal
I don't get it
No appeal
No appeal
I don't get it
No appeal
Aye
No appeal
I don't get it
No appeal
I'm not normal
What's the deal
I don't get it
There's no appeal
Look
What you doing
How you feel
Don't tell me lies
If it isn't real
I'm not normal
So what's the deal
Saving all my pennies into dollars
Then a couple mill
Aye
Do not leave your iPad in the place where I sat
Cause I wanna get the money
And I'm now on my path, different from my Dad
Motherfucker, I'm hungry
I apologize cause I really might snap
You can shoot me but I'm solid
Cause a really tight vest
Take a look at my chest
Read a book on my past
Maybe you'll get motivation and go look at rhyme pads
Man, fuck being normal
Of course you are cordial, bored if you're told to
Listen up, the fans don't adore you
You hustle all day, all week to perform
To get paid by the door dude
You've been way off course
I was trained for the poor use
I just need a little strength to ignore you
Straight to the point, whose bank is enormous
I invest in the right place
I'm in a tight space
Record a new line, get it right by the ninth take
Line up, the guy's fake
Light in my eyes, wait
I love a time where the tide's up against me
Might have a history writing for Disney
I need a guide declassified from Bigby
High up, I'm tripping
I smoke like chimneys
What am I missing
Life is a mystery
Said what you doing
Yeah, how you feel
I've been running
Through the field
I'm not normal
What's the deal
Man, I don't get it
There's no appeal
Aye
No appeal
I don't get it
No appeal
No appeal
I don't get it
No appeal
Aye
No appeal
I don't get it
No appeal
I'm not normal
What's the deal
I don't get it
It's no appeal