[Chorus 1]
Damn. Here we go again
Growing up incognito, now look you my fan
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
Damn. Here we go again
Staying sober and not waking up in a random inn
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
[Verse 1]
Yeah I’m dark as hell, call me charcoal
Because of that I’ll heat the track up and you’re the opposite of cold
You’re South Pole, no b*tches coming to your store
I get b*tches like I’m Dr. Check Your Hole
Woah. This beat laid back like a chiropractor’s patient
And by the way, your b*tch be faking it
She want a real grown man’s di*k, so she calls me up
And I smashed it. And I bashed it
But damn, after all this gigolo sh*t. I want a real girl, no Pinocchio sh*t
sh*t I had a good one, a perfect one but she was on that complete Spanish bullsh*t
So I said
[Chorus 2]
Damn. Here we go again
Tonio gets underestimated again
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
Damn. Here we go again
Approached the wheel of fortune so I had to take a spin
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
[Verse 2]
n*ggas always tell me, “n*gga you too short, wait till you become a man”
Then I jump over their head like a joke they ain’t understand
Damn I miss my n*gga Cheesy
Y’all would never understand
Look, I may not be the sexiest muthaf*cka
Or the richest muthaf*cka
But when you’re with this muthaf*cka
You gon wish that you never had another
People’s bullsh*t always around me, that’s why I keep a pooper-scooper
Then go ham on a beat by Lex Luger
Y’all gon say damn, Word Play is super-duper
And for hip-hop, I’m Alex Smith, aka the future
[Chorus 3]
Damn. Here we go again
Never lived in the city, I’m a county-brownie fam
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
Damn. Here we go again
A n*gga still single like a one-dollar bill
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
[Verse 3]
All my clothes are fitted since no one else is close to me
I want someone who loves me for me and not because of my tree
But my mixtape on my birthday and I’ll waive the fee
And my skills is wide like a porn star’s pus*y
I’m not a real gangsta, or a real Blood
But I’ll still f*ck you up if you call me “cuz”
You don’t know my life, so don’t prejudge—
Me, or I’ll hit your ass, like Barrett Ruud
I love a girl with ass, but I don’t brown nose
I use to rob virginities like a n*gga rob stores
I stopped ‘cause I want a real girl like Tori, she knows
By the way, I don’t f*ck with rakes, shovels, and especially no fakes hoes
[Chorus 4]
Damn. Here we go again
Chilling with my LDV n*ggas they like fam
And everything I’m not made me everything I am
Damn. Here we go again
People talking sh*t, but when the sh*t hits the fan
And everything I’m not made me everything I am