Let’s pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen
Let’s pretend things would’ve been no different
Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation
Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin

They could blow away with the wind,
"Marshall you’re never gonna make it
Makes no sense to play the game, there ain’t no way that you’ll win”

Pretend he just stayed outside all day
and played with his friends
Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend

And it wasn’t time to move and schools weren’t changing again
He wasn’t socially awkward and just strange as a kid
He had a father and his mother wasn’t crazy as shit

And he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit
Fuck a talent show in the gymnasium bitch
"You won’t amount to shit, quit daydreaming kid
You need to get your cranium checked
You’re thinking like an alien, it just ain’t realistic”

Now pretend they ain’t just make him angry with this shit
And there was no one he could even aim when he’s pissed at
And his alarm went off to wake him but he didn’t make it to the Rap Olympics
Slept through his plane and he missed it

He’s gon’ have a hard time explaining to Hailie and Lainey
These food stamps and this WIC shit
Cause he never risked shit, he hoped and he wished it
But it didn’t fall in his lap so he ain’t even here, he pretends that

(Source: shady-god)

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I like to hangout with people that make me forget to look at my phone



i miss getting party bags at the end of parties why dont we still do that party bags were the best part of the party

It was like a reward for being sociable