Casio

[Verse 1: Kojaque]

Used to think that I couldn't rap with an accent

Did my best tryna mask it

Had my hope in a casket

Young flame, tryna light up the masses

My buddy'd gas me up like

"Drop this, it's a classic," but

My look was wrong, my voice sucked

My image was seen from someone else's vision

Guess that's why I was too blind to see it

Or make decisions

That's always the case when you don't trust your inner wisdom

First time I smoked was so I could rap about it

To be honest I didn't feel it, the fuck was so appealing

'Bout passin' out in a couch, my stomach teaming with doubt?

Like I'd ever make a name as some white rhyming Fenian

No pot to piss in, pleading on deaf ears

My buddy P'd listen, we drifted over the years

Used to whip the van 'round park with a gram in hand

Rap something up in the passenger

Would've had 'em in tears like

"Okay, so what you waitin' on?"

He had the six-disk switcher, I was the favourite song