Ever since I got a mic like Saved by the bell the college years
They haven't believed in what I'm trying to accomplish here
Blood, sweat, and a lot of beers
And when that hard work pay offs they know I'm out of here
To Escape the stigmas from my background
Oh our class clown, rap now?
That preppy kid that wore them polo threads,
We all thought was homo sex
Be getting spins Like a Rolodex
Hold on... Yesp
J to the R,
They love what I say in these bars
Just a lad in the game but, I'm playing Jafar
Getting better every day, I can't wait for tomorrow
So please Don't get in this errant dude's way
Or else, I'll Ram ya, like I stare at Goulet
I ball like an heiress whose name is paris,
you lames
Sing the same old tunes, Where is Buble
I don't need a parachute,
They want to poach me
I'm flyer than Cody on the back of marahute