So Lame (feat. K-B) Video (MV)

Gettin' to the paper, but y'all wouldn't know it, no
Go against the grain, mane, I'm so lame, seldom to make it rain, 'less she poppin' or shakin'
Why I hardly hit them clubs, see I'm saving my bacon
I'm so lame, Niggas paying dames for thighs, glad I don't
Have to live life like them guys, I'm so lame Apparently it works for me, certainly it
Works for me It comes together perfectly, can't you see
I'm so lame, So I guess I'm a f*cking lame then when it
Comes to this I guess I'm a lame, and I guess I'm a f*cking
Hater then Yeah, I'm all of that shit, 15 times, 200
Times or more When it comes to sanity, common sense, and
Bullshit And it's a lot of bullshit, superficial
Bullshit And even bullshit with a lot of sprinkles
Of f*cking crazy short-bus ridin' bullshit
Never been a fraud, compassion in my heart Still pray to God, I'm so lame
There when you need me, source to the needy
Giver never been greedy, I'm still lame
Honey so intrigued, but why she wanting me
I told her best believe I'm a savage, and never selling dreams
So what that means, everything, is, what it seems
I'm a lame, running from the fame Like a pocket full of luchi with a cutie walking
Round and You don't know my name, or what I done became
Talking bout change, but one thing remain the same
I'm so lame
For real bout this rap shit So chill with that bap shit
No social commentary, ain't no way you niggas scared me
Dressing like a tooth-fairy, no, Kids walk around confused
Like adults when we watch the news What's the real, what's the fake
What's the deal, goodness sake Gonna crash, pump your brakes
Hatin' on me, I'm giving you something Loving the devil, he giving you nothing
Guess you respect it, I started the mumblin' Over 300 raps tunes in the oven
They cloning these rappers, they sounding the same
And got the audacity, shit on these niggas, that vets in the game
Guess I'm a lame, never a shame
Homage I pay to any an, nigga that paved the way
Ironically, some of you suckers wouldn't even be here today
Real as fishing rod, or my God, ain't I mane
Never will you ever meet a cool nigga this lame
We are in the f*cking twilight zone right about now
And it ain't they fault
Because we ain't the older motherf*ckers that cater to this shit
The older women ain't teachin' this young girl shit
And them niggas that caved in because of money
Then caved in and started f*cking with these goofies
A lot of that catered together
And when you blend those motherf*ckers together
When you ain't got no guidance or material thoughts
And way of thinking, superficial ways of looking at things
And material ways of looking at things
And you add up with stupidity
And throwing some weed and some liquor
And some hard drugs, nigga
We f*cked
So I guess when it comes to all that
When it comes to today's world
I guess we f*cking lame