Yeah, I was born a misfit, grew up ten miles from the town of Ipswich Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence I never was a sick kid, always dismissed quick "Stick to singing, stop rappin'", like it's Christmas And if you're talkin' money, then my conversation shiftin' My dreams are bigger than just bein' on the rich list Might be insanity, but people call it gifted My face is goin' numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with Watch how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick I'm a private guy and you know nothin' 'bout my business And if I had my fifteen minutes, I must have missed 'em
Twenty years old is when I came in the game And now it's eight years on and you remember the name And if you thought I was good, well, then I'm better today But it's ironic how you people thought I'd never be great I like my shows open-air, Tokyo to Delaware Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked You know I want way more than I already got Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent in the club
You know it ain't my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But it's 'bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it ain't my time to call it a day I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid But it's 'bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy Hey, hey, hey
I can still remember (what), tryna shop a deal (uh-huh) From Taco Bell to TRL I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until As fate would have it (yeah) Became an addict, funny 'cause I had pop appeal But they said time would tell (what) if I'd prevail (huh) And all I did was (what) put Nine Inch Nails (where) In my eyelids now (what), I'm seein' diamond sales Like I'm in Zales (yeah) Without a doubt, by any means, if rap was skinny jeans I couldn't do anything in 'em I'd be splittin' seams of denim when I'm spitting schemes Which really means no if, ands, or buts, are squeezin' in-between You sleep on me 'cause you're only fuckin' with me in your dreams Not even when I'm on my deathbed Man, I feel like Ed, it isn't time to drop the mic yet So why would I quit? The thought that I would stop when I'm dead Just popped in my head, I said it, then forgot what I said
It isn't my time to call it a day I got rap locked and I'm already paid But it's 'bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it ain't my time to call it a day I got rap locked and I'm already paid But it's 'bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy
Ain't nobody cold as me I dress so fresh, so clean You can find me in my whip rockin' my Fendi drip Man, you know just what I mean (ow!) Shinin' wrist with the rocks on it, Buscemis with locks on it Everything my voice on, that shit knock, don't it? Balenciaga saga, I'm in Bergdorf ballin' It's just another episode, my hoes, I spoil 'em She like the fly shit and I like to buy shit Shit, I'm gettin' stupid money, what else we gon' do with money? Bitch, we be ballin' out, the king, bring me fifty bottles Tonight we gon' blow a check, worry 'bout your shit tomorrow The turn up is so real, we 'bout to get super lit Boy, I'm kickin' straight facts, that's just how we do this shit Tomorrow we hangin' over 'til we start feelin' sober Then it's time to start it over, here we go again
You know it ain't my time to call it a day I got rap locked and I'm already paid And it's about time you remember the name Ayy, ayy You know it ain't my time to call it a day I got rap locked and I'm already paid But it's 'bout time you remember the name Ayy, ayy Hey, hey, hey (ow!)
Writer/s: Shellback, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Curtis James Jackson, Edward Christopher Sheeran, Marshall Mathers, Max Martin, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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