What Can I Say? Video (MV)

I'm not doing this just to impress a bitch
But people love when I speak about depressive shit
Well, here I am, let us have a conversation
About what it means to be good enough and make it
I'ma bring it back all the way to '06
7th grade moved to the burbs I'm my own kid
With no one to relate to, I'm alone with
Nothing but my music so I plug my headphones in
Eminem, 50 Cent, Xzibit and T.I.
Nas, DMX, Gang Starr and Busta Rhymes
Ice Cube, Ludacris, The Roots and Tech N9ne
I could list a little more it's not why I'm spitting for
I'm here to tell you how they out casted me
Calling me a wigger and that I wanna be black but see
Back in the city everyone liked rap and we
Clown on each other but we kept it in the family
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The playlist in my iPod grew bolder as I grew older
Jotting down my favorite rap quotes on my school folder
Lets go to high school, now everyone that gave me crap and knew how I hated that
Are now, a fan of rap
Now I'm the go to guy for the facts, imagine that
Like "Where's he come from?" and "What's that one song?"
And a rumor's around senior year, I'm spitting bars
Now everyone's doing it, they don't think it's hard
So they try to come at me in a subliminal fashion
Don't mean to belittle silly riddles and their pitiful rapping
But I've been listening to lyrical wordplay back when I was in 4th grade
What the f*ck would they think would happen
Not only is the ball in my court, it's my sport
You know it's what I do so why you wanna try for
I'm unforgiving with an unrelenting rhyme force
Only the beginning best be getting off your high horse
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Fast forward present day, and yes I do intend to stay
Now my goal is to chop it up and sit down next to Sway
Not pushing numbers but instead I say
I've sold albums all around the world and I did it independently
Worked with underground legends, but still yet to be let in
Mothaf*ckas sound threatened, pick up a pen and
Have em checking every second my method of connecting the next sentence
Jealous, of how I develop I don't let up
And to all of those who doubted me and didn't believe in me
Or thought I wasn't capable enough and kept teasing me
Consider this a shout out, bite your tongue shut that f*cking loud mouth
I may be on the ground now with the countdown
But don't count me out unless you can get me knocked out
Underrated underdog who never felt appreciated
Just a bunch of fake fans who never wanna see him make it
Witness my greatness, I won't have it be debated
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