Please tell me you don’t want me to fail
 ‘Cause I’m not goin’ back
 Not goin’ back
I coulda been a tragedy
 That’s why these fake niggas who call me [bad word] are mad at me
 ‘Cause they ain’t have the smarts or the heart
 Ain’t you read the [bad word]  book? Things fall apart
 I was never gonna stay the same
 All I ever really wanted was to change the game
 Spent the year kickin’ [bad word] and takin’ names
 Try to tell it to your heart, Taylor Dayne
 Mama told me I was special when them test scores came in
 Callin’ the new Will Smith, that’s Jaden
 Callin’ me a [bad word] when I’m rappin’, that’s hatin’
 I need to slow down, what the [bad word] is y’all sayin’?
 Step inside the party, y’all niggas is mood killers
 My lifestyle simple, live easy and [bad word] Willis
 I’m the boss, Michael Scott, y’all [bad word] is just Phyllis
 Set the world on fire, y’all [bad word] is chillin’, what is this?
 That’s why these [bad word]  MCs want their asses back
 Don’t you know that I’m a rapist? Ask a track
 Whiskey-sippin’, wanna drink the whole bottle
 But these smart middle-class black kids need a role model
 [bad word]  hate me, that’s what I’m used to
 Suck a [bad word]  we the [bad word]  Metamucil
 God [bad word]  man, there’s gotta be a better way
 Than pill-poppin’ all these [bad word] so I can stay awake
 Like I’m Jessie in this [bad word]  I’m so excited
 There’s a party at the top, you ain’t invited
 But it’s lame, and all the [bad word] is fake
 You think about your old girl and how breakin’ up’s a mistake
 Black dudes assume I’m closeted or kinda [bad word]  White people confused like girl on Glee and Gabourey
 I Donald is a full-time job
 These niggas want me to fail so they can write me off
It seems like they all want me to fail
 But I’m not goin’ back
 Not goin’ back, baby
Please tell me you don’t want me to fail
 ‘Cause I’m not goin’ back
 Not goin’ ba-ack

Dirty girls love my [bad word]  they’re [bad word]  Jewish girls eat my meat, it’s not kosher
 Relax, black chick, I think that I have offended thee
 Got nothin’ against the sistas, I just don’t think they’re into me
 I am not a thug, AKA what they pretend to be
 I am just myself, AKA my worst enemy
 Yeah, [bad word]  cut the swag with a [bad word]  knife
 [bad word] hard like my life keep her [bad word] tight
 It’s cool, though, it’s all good
 You want a dude who keep it real, and stay hood
 I’m sorry, babe, but I act me
 I don’t act black, whatever that be
 I’m just happy these girls seem into me now
 Yeah, they lookin’ for some In N Out, animal style
 With this lettuce, cheese, bread, makin’ sandwiches
 That’s why you niggas fail like all of your parents’ marriages
 Ran into Rashida Jones, told me that she heard my song
 When I called her mixed like the crowd at my last show
 She said to write her somethin’ nice on the next track
 But she cute, so I wrote her [bad word] a whole rap
 Man, I threw that [bad word] away, it felt dumb
 Believe me, it was bad, we’re better off, you’re [bad word]  I worked hard on that song like day and night
 That whole song, made this one verse crazy, right?
 I guess it all goes somewhere, you know that
 Like that [bad word] you talked before Culdesac
 “I didn’t know he had it in ‘im!”
 Couldn’t see me as Spiderman, but now I’m spittin’ venom
 Now you payin’ attention, pick your [bad word]  face up
 When I wanna be a superhero I just wake up
 Renaissance man with a Hollywood buzz
 I refuse to go back to not likin’ who I was
 Because
Fake love, these fake dreams
 These fake sounds
 All the things that we felt
 Your voice was screaming too loud
 I know what you’re ready to be
 But it isn’t with me
 So I’m ready to leave you alone
I don’t really wanna fight like this
 I don’t ever wanna lose your kiss
 All I ever wanted was someone to hold on to...
I just wanna be your girl
Everything you haven’t heard, plus
 I just wanna be with you.