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[Intro] It's like I don't think you fully understand who I am, ya 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 [Verse 1] I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z Until I finally realized 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 fucked up taper that turned to bowl cut I'mma 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 fucked 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 focused 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'mma 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 ain't tryna kill your confidence or forcing you to quit I just wanna hear you heard [Hook] 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 Motherfuck what a critic got to say, I'mma be heard [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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 Motherfuck what a critic got to say, I'mma be heard [Verse 3] So can you feel it? When you hear it do it pulsate your spirit? Does it make you wanna say motherfuck a gimmick? The truth can set you free if you Do the Right Thing Word to Spike Lee, don't he look like Sounwave? That's kinda random, but my humor sometimes strays Like a dog in the night Twenty-four hours in a day but only take five minutes To grab a pad and a pen, then send your dog a kite I spread love like a Hippy, but I'm a Black one With Jesus Christ passion, I swear on the bible Tabernacle to all my rivals, I ain't mad You hate a nigga for tryna help you, that's your bad Because I figure I can make a way with these stanzas I probably can't heal cancer, but I can heal the city My niggas, tell me you with me And if you is won't you pop my CD in Open up your trunk, then let it bump, so I can be heard Yeah, uh huh [Hook] 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 Motherfuck what a critic got to say, I'mma be heard [Outro] D-Dave, what up nigga? Matt Jeezy, hahaha...