Return Of King David Lyrics - Singles - D-why

Look, look, uh... 

I'm not a rapper, told y'all I'm not a rapper 

I'm a Golden Globe nominated actor, this is just a chapter 

Singing folk songs in my attic, save those for after 

I eat the game for breakfast, right now I'm just snacking 

What chick should I fuck next? Tell me your favorite actress name 

It'll be the walk of shame meets the Hollywood Walk of Fame 

I'm James Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame, here to unlock the game 

Fuck her so hard that she may never walk the same 

Only in competition with myself I'm suicidal 

Do or die, the new American Idol holding a rifle 

Baby Jesus on the dash, preacher man clutching a Bible 

I don't pray for success, I just pray I never stay idle 

If I wanted to be these other rappers I'd probably be 'em 

If I wanted to see these others then I could see 'em 

I know they thinking, "But D, you're up like Europeans" 

They don't be letting rappers up in the places we in 

Man I'm just trying to win, tell me it's now or then 

It's whenever I feel, don't let me relapse again 

Don't get me back in that Benz, don't get me back to my sins 

Don't get me crashing the party unless you attaching a lens[?] 

If I had one goal, one dream before it all ends 

It's to die happy and make this real life look like pretend 

And it means that enemies always make for the best friends 

So I'm cool with everybody but I hate everybody, amen 

Money to the ceiling till the fan can't even spin 

They say "D, your peers, what you think about them?" 

I'm in a league of my own, they better leave me alone 

It's sad it took another man to make y'all get in y'all zone, ay! 

Check my resume, I've been killing shit everyday 

Rap, folk, rock, pop, I've been killing it every way 

Tours on tours, man I've been killing in every state 

Check the Cleanest Corner, we really killing it everyday 

Really illy, you feel me, I'm busy, don't call me, I'm sorry 

I'll hit you tomorrow or when I'm having a party 

Cause only thing worse than not living the moment 

Is celebrating and realizing you weren't a part of it from the start 

Shit, I'm half-hearted, half-tired of rapping and satire 

Fuck bitches like Quagmire as I pass by her 

Fuck your branding, fuck your standing, fuck your underhanded compliments 

I'd rather have some real accomplishments than all that nonsense 

Hype - I don't like it, I don't try it, I don't buy it 

I work for mine and stay on autopilot, man I wait in line 

Fuck a VIP, I'm not trying to be too good for anybody 

I'm just regular old D, regular old me 

The same young man who used to stay in the streets 

Writing graffiti, ducking, dodging police 

Young boy Dave, also known as D-WHY SE[?] 

This is statue of limitations mixed with freedom of speech 

Still fighting my own fight, still independent, still trucking 

When the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing 

Funny they think I'm something, really I'm still nothing 

I guess I'm more than them, but then again that don't mean nothing 

Man I shake hands with these bloggers, like "Man, D the dopest guy" 

Then I send him my new shit, what'd I get? No reply 

You ain't get my email? Wrong address, no postage 

Write my raps on sticky notes, the only way I'm getting posted 

Young, loved, hated and broke, but I'm not hopeless 

This is me right now putting y'all on notice 

Support quality or become irrelevant 

That goes for anybody selling shit, it's just common sense 

Never said I was a rapper and don't wanna be 

Some actors only do comedy or some only do drama, B 

But some do it all like Brad Pitt, Will Smith 

Johnny Depp, who I wanna be, real shit 

They say I'm too pretty for rap, too street for rock 'n roll 

Too country for pop, bitch I'm on a roll out of control 

You ain't fucking with the kid, but these kids fucking with me 

Got a taste of victory, now bitch I'm hungry to eat 

What you afraid of? What you made of? Better get your weight up 

Put on that make up, girl gon' get made up, we should stay up 

Life's a kitchen, let's bake up and get our cake up 

Then go to sleep and wake up, it's all easy as a layup 

They treat me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a harvest 

Back in the ring, return of the King, shout out to Martin 

Ain't trying to go the hardest, I'm trying to go the smartest 

And when you think I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just getting started 

Name your favorite artist, fill in the blank 

Say their name out loud, go ahead, I'll wait... 

Who'd ya pick? I don't give a shit truthfully 

Only thing separating me from them is opportunity 

And I ain't gotta say it, they know I'm underrated 

I'ma do these songs, and those songs and some of y'all gon' hate it 

Just know I write all my shit always it's really me 

Rap was just the first step to killing this industry 

I speak the truth in my sleep, go to bed, leave the mics on 

So fucking fresh I could get dressed with the lights off 

Check the Cleanest Corner, Fashion Week I got my sights on 

Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an icon 

Someone call up GQ 

This was just a preview 

Fuck your blog, fuck your review 

I don't need you, bigger shit I got my sights on 

Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an icon 

D