Wanna Be Heard

It's like I don't think you fully understand who I am, y'know?

I'm just a good kid from Compton that wanna rap

I don't represent no colors, I represent my lil' sisters and brothers

I'm the oldest, nigga

And if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack

Check it out

I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z

until I finally realised that Jay wasn't me

I took my time to jot down every line that's a quotable

Critics say I don't be killing this shit but I know I do

because I used to practice early morning and then after school

I'm working on my hooks my nigga, I ain't tryna battle you

But even if I did, I guarantee I'd overshadow you

Like a fucked up taper that turned to bowl cut

I'ma close cut to Common and Gucci Mane

Now that's a comparison that you probably wouldn't understand

Because I can touch the people and still keep it ghetto

as an '87 Regal with the tree air freshener on the rearview mirror

I wear a heart on my shoulder

'Member when we used to make the boost look like Motorola?

Your cousin fucked up your room every time he came over

Then went to jail when we got older

That shit is a bad odor, but still I remain focussed

In due time, I'll be able to swipe my card and it won't say decline

That shit's embarrassing huh

Hope no one pay you no mind

But it's a bad bitch behind you while you standing in line

Can you relate to my story? Can you follow my dreams

and admirations that I had ever since I was thirteen?

My momma believed in me, she let me use her van to go to the studio

even though she know her tank is empty, that's who I do it fo'

My pops got a different approach, yeah he believed

But he always questioned when I'ma drop my debut CD

How long this gon' take nigga? You still haven't ate nigga

At twenty-two I had two cars and my own place nigga

It's a sacrifice I try to tell him

That's when he turn to BET and tell me that he jealous

of all these niggas getting money and their shit don't sound like shit

I ate tryna kill your confidence or forcing you to quit

I just wanna hear you heard

Yep, yep, that's my word

Make a statement with these nouns and verbs

I represent the liquor that's poured out on the curb

Listen to my nouns and verbs (man I wanna be heard)

Like a cattle with sheep

While y'all sleep I re-up, cooking up all day

like a mad scientist in that laboratory

Motherfuck what a critic got to say, I'ma be heard

What up Dasan? I ain't forgot nigga

You developed me, telling me I was hot nigga

You believed in me first, that's what's for sure

At the church recording, at the garage, but it worked

But me and Dave kind of felt you lost the passion

A lot was going on in your life and you needed space

But still I should have came to you first to tell you what happened

But I was seventeen and figured it's best I stay away

And I wrong, I was young and couldn't look you in the eye for what I'd done

But I'm telling you we ain't done

Matter of fact, how's your sons? What they up to?

Remember they used to run away while you had worked on ProTools?

People I used to be in the booth till four in the morning

with school in the morning, yawning, but I was on it

Me, you and Dave was on it

Buzzing like Charlotte Hornets when that tape dropped

Where them beats nigga? It's been five years since we had rocked

Time to be heard

So can you feel it?

When you hear it do it pulsate your spirit?

Does it make you wanna say motherfuck a gimmick?

The truth can set you free if you Do the Right Thing

Word to Spike Lee, don't he look like Sounwave?

That's kinda random, but my humor sometimes strays, like a dog in the night

Twenty-four hours in a day but only take five minutes

to grab a pad and a pen, then send your dog a kite

I spread love like a Hippy, but I'm a (Black) one

with Jesus Christ passion, I swear on the bible

Tabernacle to all my rivals, I ain't mad

You hate a nigga for tryna help you, that's your bad

because I figure I can make a way with these stanzas

I probably can't heal cancer, but I can heal the city

My niggas, tell me you with me

And if you is won't you pop my CD in

Open up your trunk, then let it bump, so I can be heard

Yeah, uh huh

D-Dave, what up nigga?

Matt Jeezy