[Verse 1] Freestyles and Hooks, exiled like crooks Baggy jeans my style judge by the looks Shook by parliament I mean society I in me starting this riot up inside of me I could buy my own suit and switch up my Tim Boots The funny thing is I make more money than you do So classify me as a backpacker manufactured Ill spit on the mic to spite your laughter Im only young once whats your rush In God I trust dont mold me Ill never adjust I think youve got the wrong person So what makes a bad person rappin cursing skating rappin hurting Whos a Saint? Im still learning So take me to the hospital or just check yourself You got enough wood in your eye to make a shelf Cant say I aint done it, judged or got blunted Next time confronted Ill shine my boxers out in public [Hook] You dont even know me you dont know me echo So insecure I guess you judging me echo Im not the type of guy that wants exceptenence Not influenced by what people say [Verse 2] Its not that I want your respect or need feel except Through God I got rest I see you do reject Huh, looking at me like you know me Judge me by my clothing skeptical, and all knowing Step in a room now a days and all eye brows raise Is it my sexy face or my messy hair state I hope its it must be the spirit on me saved by grace Know apology constantly around like monopoly Courtesy of your ignorance, and people looking different I stay diligent, and tell my story over instruments Im not your average adolescence arrogant or disrespecting parents Hold your tongue in, say nothing ye mumbling the alphabet Not accurate a false package I otta charge ye for harassment So the next time I purchase clothes or someone serves me Im showing love why dont you, show me some courtesy Chorus [Verse 3] I still remember this occasion Back when I was teenaging raging like I lack the patience Walk into a mall for a purchase Store clerk looking kind a nervous all hawk eyed, and merciless Chill for a second what you dealing with I wasnt gonna steal it you freaking all serious Easy on the judgment you gone blown your trumpet, kid looking rugged Think Im tripping on some substance Its not your fault you were born that way Gone astray thinking ever child teens a renegade Let me shed some light on your blindness open up your iris Ya hinis dont check the black or the whiteness It all about equality word if you follow me Love your neighbor as yourself what! Thats my policy Chorus
courtesy, purchase, ye, exceptenence, teenaging