[Verse 1] What the fuck do y’all niggas really want? I went with realness instead But all the "real niggas" I know either crazy or dead Yeah, I dropped the free EP for these other kids to feel a lot Niggas keep asking on whether this dude’s for real or not I’m not trying to come hard, I’m trying to come me That’s why these older songs that I used to make I’d release free What’s the point of rap if you can’t be yourself, huh? That’s why I come first like my cell phone I’m a role model, I am not these other guys I rap about my dick and talk about what girls is fly I know it’s dumb, that’s the fucking reason I’m doing it So why does everyone have a problem with talking stupid shit? Or is it real shit? ‘Cause sometimes, that stupid shit is real shit Like when you make out with your best friend’s baby sis You know the one with short hair you used to babysit? (See, that’s not even right) You with a different girl, like, each and every fucking night And kiss her while she’s sleeping and sneak out the front to catch a flight That’s not life, dude It's just making up for fucks I missed in high school I keep it wrapped until I meet the right one ’Cause I ain’t Mumford, I ain’t tryin’ to have sons All I wanted was some more like Ashton I ain’t the coolest but I know I got passion I got passion! [Chorus] I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter We’ve got all the shine we need to find I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter We’ve got all the shine we need to find [Post-Chorus] I said, “Baby, I’m okay” She said, “Why you gotta act so strange?” I said, “Baby, I’m okay” She said, “Why you gotta act so strange?” I said, “Baby, I’m okay” She said, “Why you gotta act so strange?” I said, “Baby, I’m okay” Said, “Why you gotta act so strange?” [Verse 2] Am I serious? I don’t even know Are you hearing this? This shit is laughable I ain’t trying, I’m doing, these other rappers are foolish I got fame, my A&R’s a computer Is there room in the game for a lame who rhymes? Who wears short shorts and makes jokes sometimes? My nigga like, “I’d get you MTV if I could, man But Pitchfork only like rappers who crazy or hood, man” So, I guess we gon' see I ain’t Curren$y, but if there ain’t money in my name, please murder me Sometimes, I feel like I ain't supposed to be here Sometimes, I wake up and I don't want to be here My mom loves to text me Psalm verses She don’t look at me like I’m the same person I used to be the sweet one, but things change And I don’t want them missing a son like Bon’s last name And all my uncles alcoholics, shame on me I drink whiskey 'til I’m grounded, no TV I wanna go inside the club with no gold piece And walk in with no ID and No I.D No matter how far the hood seems We all still got hood dreams I always wanted to get picked on the cool team But alone is exactly how I should be [Chorus] I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter We’ve got all the shine we need to find I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter We’ve got all the shine we need to find I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter We’ve got all the shine we need to find I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter We’ve got all the shine we need to find We need to find We need to find