I was in 7th grade when I heard the Slim Shady LP/ Yea, my mom brought it down when I was ironing… irony/ Getting out the wrinkles, just a little kid in middle school/ Sink my teeth into anything, to think I'm cool/ Riding the bus, I feel the rush from
I Still Don't Give a @@#!/ I wish I could agree, but I've already had enough/ I've already given up, from playing the same game/ Every interview, feel like I'm saying the same thing/ Em was great, yea he paved the way for me/ He was inspiration for everyone from A to Z/ But they keep relating me, I can't get away, chasing me/ Now the masses think that Asher wants to be a Marshall Mathers/ They say "Asher's not a rapper, nah his !*% is just an actor"/ Cause we have the same complexion and similar voice inflection/ It's easy to see the pieces and reach for that connection/ Each second of every minute, each hour of every day/ I'm constantly on defense, defending my own name/ Explaining we're not the same / There's not much that I can say, except that I'm sick of it/ Critics, I've only sparked up a flame, it's on…
It was gonna happen regardless, I don't see why he can't just accept it and move on. Prove it through your music instead ofcomplaining about comparisons.
