AUTHENTICS

[Intro] Uh, I normally don't do this But I'ma have fun This is for the kids That swear to be themselve [Hook 1] x2 I cuff my jeans like you do They say they don't understand me Sometimes they black, maybe they blue They say they don't understand me They say my words is too complex They want me to sing them a, b, c's But I'ma never ever come down Uh huh, yeah what now [Hook 2] And for the teachers that said I wouldn't make it Uh huh, yeah what now And for the bullies that thought I couldn't take it Uh huh, yeah what now And for the internet hype straight hatin' Uh huh, yeah what now And I'ma never ever come down Uh huh, yeah what now [Verse 1] Born in the 80's, ninja turtles Sunnyside of killacalifornia Fuck your ten speed, I was a skateboarder Bustin' tre flips, that was my best trick But when my board chipped, I couldn't afford So I worked at Vans, that 50 percent discount Made a nigga wanna straight flip out, cash out Amounts I could own a penthouse So I was laced, the crew was laced My momma, sister, them too was laced Plus all the pressure, them two we're faced Tryna raise a black boy who liked spikes on his arm Shoes never clean, rips in my jeans Occasionally bumped that ? That Iron Maiden, no Jodyce Greenday, Bad Brains, and The Casualties Plus I skinned my sides, I couldn't believe how big my mohawk grew to be Then I ended up in a magazine Ten people, then I started feelin' me From then I knew I had to be, the greatest man that the hood would see And they wouldn't even know I'm from the S to the C, South Central Home of the crease Khakis, my mental not to be gang affiliated Cause I live down the street from the Rollin' 90's Tight pants, but they still had to roll behind me This nigga look like a alien, but they gotta respect it Walkin' down the street, dark skin complexion With a god reflection, you get the message, the style was hectic Didn't look like them niggas that shop all year in the winter section That nerd face, no taste Take it off, it's too hot You not, kill em' soft like O.J., Fujay's Mid-summer in the tube socks, whose hot One more time That nerd face, no taste Take it off, it's too hot You not, kill em' soft like O.J., Fujay's Mid-summer in the tube socks, whose hot [Hook 1] x2 I cuff my jeans like you do They say they don't understand me Sometimes they black, maybe they blue They say they don't understand me They say my words is too complex They want me to sing them a, b, c's But I'ma never ever come down Uh huh, yeah what now [Bridge] I cuff my jeans They want me to come down huh But I stay in flight Cause there ain't no reason To come down that is [Outro] And if I ever crash my rocket straight into the sun I will go in a blaze of glory because I know I had some fun And my kids will tell the story how they father surely won Cause the battle wasn't short-term, and the war is just begun It's a war brewing outside, and the enemy looks like hype Either you can look like a punk bitch, or you can stand up and fight They got weapons of mass destruction, and they're aimed at yo mind But hype can't teach you nothin', I'm never running out of time The best way to beat this beast, is simply to be yo self Nah, really just be yourself Your flaws just give you character, so fuck being anybody else Really just be yo self You get the point