They Told Me

[Prod. by Jordan Beats]
[Verse 1: Frank, An Average Rapper]
My mama said to do country and Papo said to do polkas/
They always acted proud, but deep down I know their motives/
Momma, I'll change devil music into something different/
When next time I have a show, Satan comes and buys a ticket/
Here we go again, why do I gotta remind them/
Not everybody who spits bars ends up behind them/
But Sam you can't make six figures on stick figures/
You need to quit mixing and look at the big picture/
Even my, old girl wasn't understanding/
You really plan to make these dream everlasting?/
What if i dropped my math classes to better manage my passions/
Damn, I guess that's really addition by subtraction/
Hundred years left to live, so the mission is spaz for a couple of them
Enough with the buzz, know its coming again/
Never run from the feds, but their hands up for something/
They say don't remember who was there, just bout who wasn't/
[Chorus: r
Keats]
They told me, you're never gonna be a star/
You're never going take it that far/
You're never going to make it at all/
But, that's, just, what they told me/
They told me, you'll never have a house with a view/
And you'll come crawling back soon/
And then what you gonna do?/
But that's just what they told me/
[Verse 2: Saba]
They told me the skies the limit, I'm a few steps past it now/
Said get your degree, see your gap and gown/
Playing jazz in hopes they pass it down/
So imagine her reaction when I say, “Momma I wanna be a rapper now.”/
Half the time I spent at the desk with a calculator/
I was writing raps in class, saving that for later/
Say it lives true, but not in the music/
You just wanted me out the hood so I would not be a hoodlum/
Now I'm touring and whatnot, and plus I/
Only see the positive like plus sign, and must I/
Continue to prove that music is universal/
Like two moons or two signs/
Turns, you pray that I didn't turn down the wrong path/
But I stay on task, and put all of my soul on pat/
They told me I needed financial security they didn't lie/
That's why I'm on stage with a tie, word/
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Frank, An Average Rapper]
So good morning America, Frank here/
First show, I was sitting in the lobby, manager said to wait here/
Cause every time we get rap shows we just stay clear/
5 minutes to curtain, where the fans, cause they ain't here/
But he came after, wrote a check, said i killed it/
I was ticked but at least he was man enough to admit it/
And Asking me what is coming up, asking me if it's one and done/
They told me keep my proprieties straight, I hope it's just for fun/
But we just starting out, getting down with down and out/
I ain't even got a crib, I still come and crash on my mommas couch/
They say to do your chores, are you saving for room and board?/
You trying to be a man? You should clown less and then prove it more/
Do what's make you happy, but you should go work at Abbvie/
Stop buying expensive clothes, you're fine wearing polos and khakis/
Fine keeping it classy, get the crazy out your system/
They told me why don't you listen?
Well, how bout listen?, AH!/
[Chorus]