Venice Beach

They don’t see me, who I am
They don’t see me, who I am
Yo, think I’m 'bout to start spikin' the front of my hair
That late night TV show host cut I see everywhere
When I get all this money, drop from all the fame
When all these motherfuckers all the sudden know my name
I play San Andreas and Guitar Hero too
Yeah, even set on expert I’ll do better than you
Every night spaghetti and sit my old man
Ridin' around dirty in his '98 sedan
They don’t see me, who I am
They don’t see me, who I am
They don’t, he don’t, she don’t, daddy don’t, preacher don’t
Ain’t none of y’all I know
They don’t see me who I am
They don’t see me, who I am
They don’t see me, who I am
They don’t see me, who I am