All I ever really wanted was my name in the bright lights

Tryin' to get my fanbase expandin' from Asians to white dykes

I still need a fuckin' publicist

It's D. Swain, and I'm giving you my butt to kiss

Let me take it way back when I didn't have scratch

Listenin' to music, sayin' "I can do this too!"

It's cool, just do your thing

Don't ever let these haters try to ruin your dreams

I knew things would start slow

Dealin' with a DJ with mood swings

Cheap articles were made, I played my part

I stayed on the charts

Gotta keep my mind and my tongue razor-sharp

Back then, when I did venues for chump change

Why they wanna keep the top billing from Swain?

Dropped the first name, added a dot

And kept the last name -- "is that Swain?" -- daggit, he's hot

I went away to school, then I got kicked out

Shit happens, but I gotta stick to rappin'

I'm still doing shows but they won't quit laughin'

When I tell 'em what went down at Claflin, so that's it

I get down on my knees and pray

For a chance to say everything I need to say

Matter fact, I said eight prayers

"The College Kicked-Out" dropped five months and eleven days later

All of a sudden, a star is born

And to think, it all started in a dorm room

More boom than a lil' bit

I'm a little nitwit that made good

A little quick wit will get you real far

If you know how to use it

Got my whole school doing music, it's true bitch

And I'm still tryin' to make it in the game

Tryin' to soak up all the fame

But I hope it don't choke up all of Swain

Yo I'm trying to get these folks to call my name

I let 'em clown me so the weak could win

Now I'm headed to the top with a sheepish grin

Only one hit away like Bleek would've been

If he would've been in my shoes, who would've thought?

D. Swain taking the blame and never get caught

The fame don't come easily, or cheap, or free

You gotta work hard to get to where you need to be

Take it from me, I know what I'm sayin'

All the hatin' in my ear is getting old, but I'm waitin'

For the day that I'm famous

I'll have fans in Alabama like, "Man, D. Swain is a genius!"

Danny Boy, not the one to mess around son

Thought you suckers had me 'til I dropped the second album

Fresh like a pair of starched jeans

I'm still tryin' to be rap's next media darling

If success is the next best thing to gettin' sex

Well then, gimme that there

Wait'll you see my hits

I'm gon' be successful as fuck, watch me