DJ Dimes - Haters (Freestyle)

Uh....

 

I might need a recording soon, aight?

 

 

Verse 1:

 

A couple years ago I was a nerd, tried to fit in with the herd yet treated like a turd.

I was just a bird, a bird that couldn't fly. Around those times all I wanted to do was die.

I'm like why? They're just people... Yeah, but they were equal, and I was the high end of the totem pole

I tried to stay hold, told myself one day I would win gold.

Medals, medals only and people call me phony.

Couple years ago I was scrawny, bony.

Couple years ago I was lonely.

I was a loner.....

Felt like a stoner, sittin' up in my room... wonderin' what to do next, am I doomed?

 

let's go back to fifth grade.

Start of the school year i thought I had it made...

I made a couple friends then on top got betrayed...

I had glasses that looked like harry potter..

I compared myself to other kids and asked girls "Who's Hotter?"

But it's not about looks, it's about brains, wits, talent...

Like an artist, I had the palette. I was 10 years old around that time, I started rappin'.

Learned things from other people, I was a follower and I started trappin'.

I started trappin' until I got mapped. I thought people would help me I thought I had it mapped..

But as it turns out people turned on me.

Time to get back to reality, we gon' see...

Back then I had no money, maybe a couple pennies, nickels and dimes.

I was only ten, yet those were hard times

blow the wind chimes, ring the bell.

Meet me in the bathroom to fight, I won't tell...

Lied too damn much thought I'd go to hell..

I was too confident, thought I ran the world till I fell......

 

Verse 2:

Sixth grade had the same glasses

I thought i was tough, but in reality I was softer than molasses

I matured mentally, thought little kids were asses

Missed class a lot, needed lots of passes...

Needed more passes than I needed money.

Tried to act cool yet people thought I wasn't funny...

There were some girls that thought I was as sweet as honey..

But I wasn't tryin' to be....

 

I was tryin' to be independent

Leave me alone, I said it.

Thought I wouldn't regret it.

People told me fuck them, let it.

let it go, I said fuck no, hoe.

Oh I forgot, i don't give a fuck bout no bitch or a thot.

I was on my own too damn much thought I would rot.

But then I didn't rot, yet I survived.

Come field day I was alive.

I was runnin' with the hive, ready to jive.

Do my own thing and run free.

But somethin' happened on the last day, you see.

Got into a fight over silly shit, nobody believed me.

Come seventh grade this one nigga said I hit on girls.

I said, fuck no, not in this world.

Or at least, not for no reason.

Couple months later I was ready for basketball season... and I trained all month and all day on my court.

I was only 5'4" I felt pretty short.

I was doing good till i went into a drought.

Thought I would make it but i got kicked out.

Went home feelin' kind of sad.

I just lifted my head up and felt kind of glad.

From now on I would work everyday, I said.

After that I turned on a movie and went to bed...

 

Now I work hard every day.

I'm acting serious I don't even play.

I don't give two fucks about no hater..

Come in my face, all i say is see you later...

They think I'm crazy, daisy, they think I'm a fake Jay-Z

But They say when I freestyle I don't make sense

I do make sense bitch, sit on the fence.

You just aren't intelligent enough to understand my rhymes.

For example, a few hours ago this nigga was makin fun of my name, DJ Dimes.

They laughed at it, and i grimaced.

I said I just got started bitch, I ain't finished.....