[Intro]
[Spoken: Producer]
What You Want The Next Song To Be About?

[Spoken: Unappreciated Jr.]
I Want It To Be About Me

[Spoken: Producer]
Are You Sure Jr.?

[Spoken: Unappreciated Jr.]
Trust Me...

[Spoken: Producer]
Okay...

[Verse 1-Unappreciated Jr.]
Year ninety-nine, the year I was born to rhyme
Been chasin’ this dream at the age of nine
I’m not those rappers who goes around sayin stupid shit on the beat
I’ma artist who paint pictures and tell stories that are deep
People judge me but I don’t question them n***as why
Cause Cole said, if you want it n***a put yo fingers in the sky
Listen, I write what’s on my mind everyday
Ain’t nothin new, I do this shit everyday
Only if they knew, the shit I’m tryna say
Okay, tryna explain it the best way I can
Like that old sayin’ you can’t turn a boy into a man
“LOVE.”, is the song I ain’t a-shame to hear
But fallin’ in love is somethin’ I will always fear
People admire me and the shit that I do
But I don’t feel proud of myself cause I went out and pursue a dream that wasn’t with you
Use to get writers block but that block breaks once I think about you
I’m very fucked up, you can tell by my lyrics
You may not read it but one day you’ll hear it
I’m still fucked up, as you can see
Look what you did to me, I’m fucked up emotionally and mentally
Hate speaking about what’s on my mind
So I transfer these words into rhymes
Pops said, “rappin’ is nothin’ but a waste of time”
He’s right, so that’s why I choose to be an artist
Instead of rappin’ about bullshit, I’d rather rap about the darkest

[Hook]
I’ma young African American who’s talented at eighteen
I’ma small town n***a but I got bigger dreams
Fuck braggin’ about expensive jeans
I wanna brag about my fuckin dreams
I’m the first young artist who ain’t afraid to rap about the realest things

[Verse 2-Unappreciated Jr.]
Look
Rap rock will never be the same as hip hop
I’m tired of people sayin’ that
You got rappers sayin’ “fuck 70s music” but sampling James Brown “Payback”
I’m so fuckin’ laid back, let’s bring the hood into the white people neighborhood
Let’s show them white boys that us n***as are eating good
See, I'ma motherfuckin’ lyricist
Pretty sure nobody hearin’ this
Pretty sure nobody feelin’ this
Nobody gonna get this, just because I’m young doesn’t mean I can’t be serious
God said to speak knowledge into this microphone, while y’all imitating Al Capone I’ll be the male version of Nina Simone
Tryna compromise with shorty just so we can get along
But she’s treating me like I’m the one who did her wrong
For now on, I like to write alone and be in my zone
Think about her all day while I’m away from home
There’s a lot of amazin’ girls but she’s the special one I’ve ever known
Took a break from writin’ just so I can pick up the phone
Make my day, by tellin’ me that you miss me a little when I was gone
And no, I’m not sayin’ I’m the nicest, I just live life like it

[Hook]
I’ma young African American who’s talented at eighteen
I’ma small town n***a but I got bigger dreams
Fuck braggin’ about expensive jeans
I wanna brag about my fuckin dreams
I’m the first young artist who ain’t afraid to rap about the realest things