The Last

I'm the last of a dying breed

Meaning that I'm not afraid to try new things

Can't see me best to get yourself some Visine

Toe tag a motherfucker no jokes, while these other niggas wakka wakka

Other rappers try and go and get over

You want that hood shit best to go and call Hova

I was a good kid, backpack on my shoulder

98 test score in my Thundercat folder

My cousin was older

My momma used to wake up

Drive me to a school cause the school was much safer

But I slipped up and accidentally told a teacher

Now I'm going to a school where I get beat up because

I ain't get down with them other kids

Probably cause I talk too white and I got a dad who's there

Momma couldn't take it, sold the place and got us out of there

Guest room, now the six of us splitting one with a restroom

Now I'm going to this school called Rock Ridge

School of the neighborhood we tryna buy a house in

There's not a lot of black kids

So I stick out like a sore thumb with some bad acne, but really

What I wanna know is why I never fit in right

Like a fat dude getting on a packed flight

Even when I make friends in the hallways

I'm wishing I was someone else always

But I'm happy that that shit happened to me

Cause it taught me most important is to do me

Cause everybody hates you till they love you

Facebook niggas same niggas that would shove you

Cause nobody was jocking my style

I had a high voice, they called me faggot eight mile

So I stopped writing for a very long time

Thinkin' that a nigga wasn't made to bust rhymes

And this next part, sounds like nonsense

But I swear to God, Tina Fey gave me confidence

Taught me everything that is good comes from honesty

Everybody's got a voice, you just gotta follow it

She on a role model shit

From the day that I shook her hand

I knew that I'd never die a broke man

So I could try this rapping shit out again

The game need change, I'm a part of it

People tell me I should spit under Donald Glover

But I try to keep my real name undercover

Cause if you hear my name, then you think it's jokes

And I can't go for that, nigga Hall and Oates

My nigga stay down like a winter coat

I rap about my life not "I'm On A Boat"

Cause this joke rap shit's gotten out of hand

Only ones who do it well's Lonely Island

Save the raps about your cat, I am not a fan

Leave the joke raps alone, man I'm working here

I do not play around with this bullshit

I am different, call it new shit

Labels want me to hurry and cash my check in

But I keep my shit free till the last possible second

Cause God knows that I don't need the money

You get your clothes free when you rich, ain't it funny?

But this limelight burn like a motherfuck

I wanna call my dad crying but I hang up

Cause I don't want him to worry, he's got his own shit

So I send him a check and tell him to hold it

If anything ever happens want you to know this

I always took the time to smell the roses

And wherever I am, I am doing fine

I'm here for a good, not a long, time