Lyrics Hop the Fence / Yearbook - Drew Famous

I'm tryna, I'm tryna hop the fence, yeah
I'm tryna, I'm tryna, I'm tryna hop the fence, yeah
Is y'all really making money? yeah, me either
I done charged too many kids PayPal for a Drew feature
Over some trash ass beat exported off YouTube
Addressed too many dumb issues off of one of my interviews, I'm through
And I ain't even started yet, still walking down the same hallways as
Every other kid we all been stressed, every other kid we all depressed
It's 2017 everybody always wanna be everyone else
And I done accepted the fact that I'll never be nobody else but myself
But everyone still on the shelf, and I'll never make up my mind
I'll never settle for a university that is gon' give me a paper for dimes
I been decide' that's a waste of my time
I've been too silent, I'm angry and I'm
Overcompensating for all the negativity they throw in my face, I ain't no baby, I'm fine
But I ain't no baby, I'm crying, and I ain't gon' save you the time, I see everything I act like I'm blind
I see everybody look in my blinds, I see everybody wanting my shine
I see everybody, I see everybody, shit now they think I'm a spy
Shit now they think I'm a spy, yeah
So if you wanna talk, ask your girl for my number, bet she got it
Heard they all share it like AC in the summer, I can tell it
Know they envy me, they got no one to come for
So they come at me, aim some tweets, don't hit me in the under
But it's all good, went back to the drawing board, think bout what they wanted for
Ask bout what they wanted for me, I can't tell
But I never hated, I wished 'em well, they don't fuck with me, don't kiss and tell
But I never hated, I wished 'em well, yeah
What this is, is you understanding the psychology of the people that you're trying to lead
You know what I mean? It's not about the music, it's about you
It's about, yo, who's calling you and asking you for advice?
Who's calling you and asking you where the party's at? You know?
What girls are you sneaking out of school to see?
I gave the people what they wanted, and then they threw it in my face
I never claimed to be an artist, I shouted it through the disgrace
And I've been through all of the shit that I said that I was, never was nothing I'm not
So if you gon' speak on my name you can tell it to me straight or give me a call
That's why I'll never diss no local ass rapper
See that's the problem, they think local, I think global ass rappers
They concerned with getting retweets and some local ass chatter
So I stay eating off these beats, I got Ziv lacing my platter, yeah
And I need a yearbook for my past, present, current, future events
'Cause I spent like 17 years tryna get the field, never the bench
Then I spent like 4 more of them tryna hop the field over the fence
So I need a yearbook for my past, present, current, future events
And ain't nobody gonna tell me that I ain't gon' be what I said I'm gon' be
I spell out a novel each time that I speak, put my skin in my pen and my blood in my ink
I think too much, I still don't think 'fore I speak
And I've been focused too long, I might forgot how to blink
I'm slim fit but my mind XL
I got a sick way of working, I applied myself
And ain't got time for anything else, or anyone else
So I channel beast when I rip apart these beats to their cells, yeah
And I need a yearbook for my past, present, current, future events
'Cause I spent like 17 years tryna get the field, never the bench
Then I spent like 4 more of them tryna hop the field over the fence
So I need a yearbook for my past, present, current, future events