Samad Savage - Be Yourself Lyrics

I been- I been telling mad stories
Is it cool if I tell a little bit of my story?

I'm all nervous, but here's my rap

God
Parted clouds a baby came out with major style
Momma pushed him out
So helpless with heart that's filled with doubt
Never fitting in
Somehow he got used to sticking out
Soar thumbs giving out
From these things that he's written bout
Opened up his mouth
But nobody cared what he spitting bout
He did bad in School
So moms was giving them whippins out
She knew he had drive
But He was going a different route
So that's when she kicked him out
Had to live in different house
Pops was a rapper
So he imagined that he could vouch
For that life style
Where music he couldn't live without
Double right click fruity loops
Produce with broken mouse
Recorded a rap over that
But guess what is spoken bout
Money money money
Gun bars and getting women
Had the lyrics and the rhythm
Yet and still he had no vision
Father said "produce, son, spitting just ain't where ya gift is"
So He challenged and him a big brother on a song
Thought he ripped it, but he didn't
Big brother clowned him and it made him hate himself
Big brother stopped laughing and told him
"Don't ever play yourself
You can't make it rapping about ladies RPGs and wealth
Leave that on the shelf
Pick up this pad and just be yourself"

I've been trying to make it clearer
Who is that I see in the mirror
Who can I be if it's not me
Who can I be if it's not me
God ain't put this soul in nobody else
Only thing that's left to do is be yourself

He Moved back had to switch states back to NJ
Yeah he still rapped but he folded clothes to get pay
Then he did the math on min wage like no way
He can't obey a 9 to 5 if no rent paid
So he was in school with a mixtape he would display
But he got discouraged from hearsay when his friends hate
He was slaving like Kunte kente but them say
He wasn't never gone be nothing not even midway
Famous, he just wanted to be appreciated
So he walked up to somebody like
"Homie I'm not the greatest
But I got a lil tape for 5 dollars and I made it
All the beats and all the lyrics engineered it so just play it"
That guy put his hands out like he was ready to take it
Smile faded from his face and
Then he slapped the tape away and
Said "Get that outta here, your music weak
Get out my face
Your a disgrace you Soundcloud rapper
You're never going to be great"
A couple days and a year later he had his first show
Super nervous bout his verses could he murk it with the flow
Brother called and asked "you ready"
So he told him "I don't Know"
He said "Samad, you a savage let them have it you a pro
If you plan on going big and
Want to travel all the Globe
Then this show the first of many
Show them what you got in store"
A hundred something shows later
Million streams and getting dough
And that kid that dissed him asking for a feature on his phone

I've been trying to make it clearer
(See where being yourself gets you)
Who is that I see in the mirror
Who can I be if it's not me
Who can I be if it's not me
God ain't put this soul in nobody else
Only thing that's left to do is be yourself
I've been trying to make it clearer
(Bully bully bully you can't ever pull me down)
Who is that I see in the mirror
(Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can never make me drown)
Who can I be if it's not me
(You throw objects at my head
It just develops as a crown)
Who can I be if it's not me
(Call me names and gather round)
God ain't put this soul in nobody else
(I turned that into a crown)
Only thing that's left to do is be yourself