All I Ever Wanted

[Intro] DJ Nu-Mark, Cut Chemist Thank you for the inspiration [Verse 1] My looks wrong, I know I sound odd But when I hit the mic the first time, I found God I'm not downtrodden, lack a great bod, and I be looking more like the crowd on Cape Cod But ever since I pumped up my Reeboks, before "Fiddy" and his unit from the G block I been rhyming in the mirror, blending in, like a diamond in the clear, trying to strut it like a peacock I taught myself how to beat box When I was listening to J5 and Pete Rock 2Pac and Chief Rock, you know, that we gotcha Chillin' like a meat locker, hotter than some sriracha Sip a bitter memory, and make an ugly face as if its nothing but some cheap vodka Just some fuckin' mind erasers But I'm from the bay, and we don't spend a dime on chasers [Hook] All I wanted to do is write rhymes All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes (Huh?) Is that a crime? (What?) To write rhymes? [Verse 2] I don't be an economist I don't want to be a cheap novelist I don't want to be a weed or a botanist I don't want to be a pimp or bottom bitch I don't want to be a strip club manager And I'd hate to be a strip club janitor Mopping up for crusty ass customer, bustin' their nuts in the cuts I just wanna bust a verse I don't wanna be a court jester I don't want to be a royal poison tester I don't wanna pick up dog crap for park and rec And I don't want to be a doghouse architect I don't want to be a server I don't want to flip beef burgers Be a beat maker A Walmart greeter A CEO, an astronaut or a fucking sheep herder [Hook] All I wanted to do is write rhymes (Oough) All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes (What?) All I ever wanted to do is write rhymes (Okayyy!) (Huh?) Is that a crime? (What?) To write rhymes? [Verse 3] But the sad fact is, most real folks don't get don't get to practice What we love for a living We do backflips And no matter where we're at on the atlas Earth spins on its axis It's back to the rat race We run the hamster wheel at a mad pace We'll run laps till our last days Just a beast till the last rose petal drops in the glass case I'm one of a lucky bunch But I upchuck my free lunch when sucker punched I'm fucking up, I don't want to free pass When my ancestors potatoes rotted in the field they would have to eat grass And folks put on ski masks When their back's against the wall throwing right hooks And I just wanna pen verses, write hooks Man I'm such lucky asshole Someone fucking slap me with my rhymebook [Hook] All I ever wanted to do I said, all I ever wanted to do All I ever wanted to do Man, all I ever wanted to do