Can I?

I can playing in the background as these tummy rumblings
Telling me to back down and back out of the game
As I ain't got the flames to compete with the brains of Kdot Em Nas and Cole
All those brothers colder than icicles flipping bicycles in the backyard
Tryna scrap hard for my spot in the game
But I ain't here for the fame or acclaim
I'm just here for the brain and the pretty young things that can thrill me
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub as that ass backed up on these nuts
Got these walls caving in feeling I can scratch a win it's funny
Cuz all I see is small cuts so I grabbed the knife and cut me a bigger slice
I cut your fingers off twice, guess both hands were sinning
Whilst both mine were sending all your favourite rappers to Armageddon
Fuck
This diction is dead but it's cool don't sweat fuck I ain't pointing a gat at your head
At least not yet
Better forget about that last line or that last rhyme
It's way past my time there's no way you can outshine
There's no way you can out rhyme there's no way you can outs mine
There's no way you can be me there's no way you can see me
I wear a green tee better blow me before you burn yourself tryna take a sip of me

Idk why I'm flexing, have you seen my arms?
Have you seen my garms? Have you seen my girl?
(Oh) I guess you haven't that's cuz it's all in my head
Guess I can lay my dreams to bed (lay my dreams to bed)
Cuz even they've been sleeping on me and they're justified let me tell you why
See I'm a nice guy but I ain't a great rapper
I can barely rap fast I can barely write bars
I don't drive big cars I'm not even that smart
I ain't got the charisma I ain't got the vigour
Shit, I ain't got the figures to pay for studio time
So my decline's already been written in the book of time and my book of rhymes
Tells me I've already failed
I hit the nail right on the foot (I hit the nail right on the foot)
They gave me one mic and it made me shook (They gave me one mic and it made me shook)
So I must be crazy for thinking I'm Jay Z (well I've got the lips)
But I ain't got the flow the technique or the skills
I certainly don't love the dough unless it's cookie
But just like Jerry I feel hunted by cats with attitudes cuz they think my uncle's Tom

There's nothing I'd rather be than an mc that spits dope shit on a beat like this
And pushes their product out to the kids
But it seems I've lost my connection and nobody's paying me attention
So I've got to make a decision if this rap thing's really for me, tell the truth I'm not really sure
I think I'm a sucka mc but my friends think I'm a G
I'm sorry that I've let you down but I'm not the guy that you think I can be
I'm more like the letter to the left of G an F cuz I'm a failure b