[Verse 1] Feelin' downtrodden, fresh kid turned rotten I can't believe how naive that I've gotten Over the years seems like I'm gettin' dumber Reminiscing to a time when I was younger with a hunger Full of dreams, determination, self-esteem But now it seems they hesitate to be on my team You know the routine, when you winnin' they're grinnin' All up in your face, like they was wit' you from the beginnin' But on the flipside, when you're washed up like a riptide Fools clown 'bout how you slipped and let shit slide Beside the fact, my voice is wack Clowns is runnin' 'round, talkin' 'bout I smoke crack Ain't got no homies that got my back Yeah I'm a brother, but sometimes I don't feel black My girl is white, my game ain't tight Niggas who ain't seen me in a while be like "Dude, you aight?"
[Hook] Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'" Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'" Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like "What's up Fatlip?," and I say "Coolin'" Who am I kiddin', who am I foolin' When they be like
[KRS-One: What do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk?]
[Verse 2] Goin' like a sucka almost every day In the back of your mind you're prob'ly thinkin' I was gay But naw, I'm just a bitch-ass nigga The type that'd get jacked if I was a rich ass nigga See. I been a loser just about all my life Type that tryna turn a ho into a housewife What do you expect, I give respect And feel for hoes niggas keep in check I'm far from hard, emotionally scarred On Pico Boulevard I was regarded as a retard I make myself sick, get on my own nerves Immature, insecure grown up nerd Has-been MC on a label that's unstable Choppin' bliggy on the table
[Hook]
[Outro] Hey man, yeah man what's up wid' it I still got it Yeah yeah, I been working on my step Hey check this out Yo check this out: (sung) "She keeps on" "She keeps on" Haaaa I still got it