I’m not (I am)

I’m not (I am)

I’m not your favorite rapper

I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper

I was clink clattering in the cage

Until my weeping turned to laughter

I’m not your next meal ticket

I’m a home with fence white picket

Exegesis needed to complete

Lyrical bricks built by me

I’m not (I am)

I’m not (I am)

I’m not your fan favorite

I’m the favorite of fanatics

I’m dope with the lyrical antics

Ditch rose colored, I stain glasses

I’m not your next best pick

I packed a pow straight to kisser

If you’re misunderstanding this, listen

Take a step back see the big picture

I’m not (I am)

I’m not (I am)

I’m not your do re mi

I’m sol full of lah ti dah

I humble folks, but I’m no preacher

I keep it low-key, mischief god wreak-er

I’m not some bag that you can keep punching

Honestly, I’m just out here trying to function

“Getting that bread” seems redundant

When the hand I get it from is abundant

I’m not (I am)

I’m not (I am)

I’m not some one-off that you can write off

I’m the one often off-topic but right on

I speak truth when He prove it’s from Him

When I speak direct, not me—it’s from Him

I’m not (I am)

I’m not some obsequious artist

I’m the “not even peaked yet” artist

I’m the creep in the corner, find a quarter,

judge the border, notebook hoarder, artist

I’m not some obsequious artist

I’m the “not even peaked yet” artist

I’m the creep in the corner, find a quarter,

judge the border, notebook hoarder, artist

I’m not (I am), I’m not (I am)

I’m not (I am), I’m not (I am)