Vulture

It ain't my fault I'm in love with the culture
It ain't my fault that they label me a vulture
It's getting harder to keep my composure
With all this weight on my back like a boulder
My momma said, "You can do what you wanna do
Ignore the haters, cause they'll always be stunting you
There ain't no room in the game for another dude
Don't act surprised when everybody makes fun of you"
I was raised inside, away from the street
So I never learned what it was like to meet
Untimely feats that everybody keeps
On bragging 'bout when they get on a beat
A good kid, I stayed out of trouble
Protected by a parental bubble
But I grew up, and it was far from subtle
When they announced to me they had to go and hustle
But I had to find a way out
A hobby that wouldn't get played out
Grabbed a pen and a pad and I laid out
A verse about how I'd be paid now
But as a lyricist I had no future
Took me hours to write one verse, no sooner
Couldn't spit my bars, but I could use computers
So I settled and just became a producer
See, Fruity Loops was my lucky charm
Cause rapping wasn't raising alarms
To these emcees with a cash farm
I thought the game was rigged like a claw arm
But nowadays, I know better
I just had to learn how to flow better
I had to learn to break the mold better
Cause I ain't wanna be another dope peddler
I scribbled away at the pages
It felt like I was writing for ages
I had exhausted all of my patience
Everything that I would write, I would hate it
I thought, "There's no way I could make it
Nobody's ever gonna play this"
My soul, I was willing to trade
But I kept grinding; I'm willing to wait
It ain't my fault I'm in love with the culture
It ain't my fault that they label me a vulture
It's getting harder to keep my composure
With all this weight on my back like a boulder
My momma said, "You can do what you wanna do
Ignore the haters, cause they'll always be stunting you
There ain't no room in the game for another dude
Don't act surprised when everybody makes fun of you"
Took a lot of hate to get where I'm at
Cause they're angry I ain't held a strap
I'm lucky that I still get some dap
Cause I can't be found inside a trap
Waking up to them gunshots
Ain't no birds chirping on my block
Can't go to the store past 5 o' clock
Unless I wanna meet the end of a glock
School was hell, I had no friends
I wanted to drop out in tenth
Making moves to see where it went
My rep: it was making a dent
A choir kid with a knack for rap
A star student that would rather nap
A loner with no place on the map
A poet without a backing track
I'd go up to kids in the lunchroom
"Who in the hell is this bum dude?"
I would play my beats
"Ay this was you? That go hard!"
Thanks a bunch, dude
Sitting in class as a force of habit
I was making beats on a stolen tablet
Putting work every day in the lab
Surprised I didn't drive myself mad
Hung up on how to help my momma
Finished up, and I got my diploma
Working at the library all summer
Had to halt my craft, it was such a bummer
Missing out on important things
Cause I'm too worried 'bout chasing a dream
Priorities unbalanced on the beam
Success was sewn into the seams
It ain't my fault I'm in love with the culture
It ain't my fault that they label me a vulture
It's getting harder to keep my composure
With all this weight on my back like a boulder
My momma said, "You can do what you wanna do
Ignore the haters, cause they'll always be stunting you
There ain't no room in the game for another dude
Don't act surprised when everybody makes fun of you"
Don't act surprised...
"Don't act surprised when everybody makes fun of you"