Don’t take it personal

Household name remix (Hook) When I’m grown, I’m tryna be a name in the house hold, a house hold name, hopefully the crowd gone change, as long as I’m here, I surmount all pain, just can’t let it reach me, like mountain K2 Verse #2 Hey dude, I heard you gotta problem with me rapping, but you wanna play flute, man thats a fluke, And girls if I don’t seem approachable, it ain’t cause I’m non negotiable, not sociable, or cause I hate you, you just don’t qualify my standards, I apologize in advance right now In this song which I, manage, to keep a strong and tight stanza, I hardly write bars, like a Harley ride handle, get it, if you don’t you prolly like xans or rappers who take em all the time, dammit, pardon my French but, these dudes got braids, and they talking like, wait they aint talking, why am I, saying they talking, getting sponsors from Gatorade often, like my mamma vices, shits kind of traumatizing, one of the reasons I’m authorizing all these rhymes is, just to show the new age crowd that they awfully blinded, it’s like they snoozing on auto pilot, they often flying, but not on planes, on a bar no iron, they ain’t lifting weights, skinny mates, probably would distinegrate to smitherenes, so keep continuing, your riding in limousines,