Two Toned

[Verse 1] Pale skinned sunburnt got me lookin' two toned Specs on no contacts like a new phone Lookin' in the mirror man I'm too grown Pubes so long it's like my dick got a Jew fro And my girl never ask me to trim it That's real shit go ahead imagine the image I'm the man you ain't even got to ask if I'm with it And you ain't ready for the game Go on back to the scrimmage Lookin' pissed off when they rollin' past me Tell the truth I ain't even know we had beef I guess it must be cause the flow is nasty Said it's H.A.R. and she know the last three Woke up this morning feeling halfway optimistic And until I got to school I was glad that I was livin' Shits depressing every class I'm feelin' distant I can't focus when I know I'll just be rappin' for a living Tryna' get my groove on like I'm Kuzco Drop a new song then I move dope Young Frank Underwood these rappers Peter Russo Won't stop till I'm big ballin like Manute Bol Tell em keep on moving the belt So these manufactured rappers looking stupid as hell I wonder what it's like to not be true to yourself Cause I've been doing my thing and I've been doing it well [Chorus] I'm the man in my city they like damn when they see me Mini vans full of fans and they playing my CD At my shows on they toes tryna stand up and see me If these neighborhood kids had the chance They would be me yup Pale skinned sunburnt got me lookin' two toned Specs on no contacts like a new phone Specs on no contacts like a new phone [Verse 2] Fresh up out the oven Ima serve it crispy I know these rappers wish that they was working with me I know most these soccer moms prolly turning fifty But I'm on the sidelines and they flirting with me Touching on my biceps askin if I've grown Playing with my curls and she laughing at my jokes I can tell she want it Ima take it if I get the chance Next thing I know I'm in the back of the mini van Young Harlow I got the sauce boy Feeling like a boss Rick Ross voice (Huh) Putting bets against me that's the wrong choice Whole team wavey yeah we looking like a convoy Swagger on a hundred fifty I hear them talk a lot but they ain't fucking with me I think these local artists need another city Cause I ain't backing down until they come and get me [Chorus] I'm the man in my city they like damn when they see me Mini vans full of fans and they playing my CD At my shows on they toes tryna stand up and see me If these neighborhood kids had the chance they would be me Pale skinned sunburnt got me lookin' two toned Specs on no contacts like a new phone Specs on no contacts like a new phone