text: Yeah, I was born a misfit
  Grew up 10 miles from the town of Ipswich
  Wanted to make it big, I wished it to existence
  I never was a sick kid, always dismissed quick
  Stick to singing, stop rappin like its Christmas
  And if youre talkin money, then my conversations shiftin
  My dreams are bigger than just bein on the rich list
  Might be insanity, but people call it gifted
  My face is goin numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with
  Watch how the lyrics in the songs might get twisted
  My wife wears red, but looks better without the lipstick
  Im a private guy and you know nothin bout my business
  And if I had my 15 minutes, I must have missed em
  20 years old is when I came in the game
  And now its eight years on and you remember the name
  And if you thought I was good, well, then Im better today
  But its ironic how you people thought Id never be great
  I like my shows open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
  Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
  You know I want way more than I already got
  Give me a song with Eminem and 50 Cent in the club
  You know it aint my time to call it a day
  I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
  But its bout time you remember the name
  Ayy, ayy
  You know it aint my time to call it a day
  I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
  But its bout time you remember the name
  Ayy, ayy
  I can still remember tryna shop a deal 
  From Taco Bell to TRL
  I climbed the Billboard charts to the top until
  As fate would have it , became an addict
  Funny cause I had pop appeal
  But they said time would tell if Id prevail 
  And all I did was put nine-inch nails 
  In my eyelids now 
  Im seein diamond sales like Im in Zales 
  Without a doubt, by any means
  If rap was skinny jeans, I couldnt do anything in em
  Id be splitting seams of denim when Im spitting schemes
  Which really means, no if, ands, or buts are squeezin in between
  You sleep on me cause youre only fuckin with me in your dreams
  Not even when Im on my deathbed
  Man, I feel like Ed, it isnt time to drop the mic yet
  So why would I quit?
  The thought that I would stop when Im dead
  Just popped in my head
  I said it, then forgot what I said
  It isnt my time to call it a day
  I got rap locked and Im already paid
  But its bout time you remember the name
  Ayy, ayy
  You know it aint my time to call it a day
  I got rap locked and Im already paid
  But its bout time you remember the name
  Ayy, ayy
  Aint nobody cold as me, I dress so fresh, so clean
  You can find me in my whip, rockin my Fendi drip
  Man, you know just what I mean
  Shinin, wrist with the rocks on it, Buscemis with locks on it
  Everything my voice on, this shit knock, dont it?
  Balenciaga saga, Im in Bergdorf ballin
  Its just another episode, my hoes, I spoil em
  She like the fly shit and I like to buy shit
  Shit, Im gettin stupid money, what else we gon do with money?
  Bitch, we be ballin out, the king bring you 50 bottles
  Tonight, we gon blow a check, worry bout your shit tomorrow
  The turn up be so real, we bout to be super lit
  Boy, Im kickin straight facts, thats just how we do this shit
  Tomorrow, we hangin over til we start feelin sober
  Then its time to start it over, here we go again
  You know it aint my time to call it a day
  I got rap locked and Im already paid
  And its about time you remember the name
  Ayy, ayy
  You know it aint my time to call it a day
  I got rap locked and Im already paid
  But its bout time you remember the name
  Ayy, ayy