This is the first tape I'm making, and every track is mad short
But listen to my message and promise me you won't fast forward
I act less street than the people who been asking for it
Practice more than a baller that's a trip, stamp my passport
I'm doing this to prove to all the people that don't like me
My flow is so enticing I rhyme like I'm Spike Lee
Trying to craft an image, witness it then get back to me
Actually fuck yall mad at me that's high school blasphemy
That homie used to spit and he told me I ain't flowing
That opened up my mind to get going I then explode when they notice
Ya boy ain't bogus
Telling me I'm no Webby but I'm Keith you don't know him I'm that south paw, lefty
Grew up off of south ave, born in bay area
Sworn to sway stages, amaze, change, and carry a generation to artistic places blocked by barriers
Of n***as getting fucked up making life seem scarier
Fuck I'm not honest I'm just tryna see some nipple rings
Cause nowadays a homie focus on the simple things
So fuck complications, fuck proms and dating
I just wanna be a person my fucking moms not hating
See I took my time these are my thoughts and I'm on it
Rolling up in the Accord I ain't even go cop it
I'm just hanging with my homies smoking up on some chronic
And even if yall dont cop this im just getting started homie

Yeah I'm just getting started, I'm just getting started yeah
Yeah I'm just getting started, said I'm just getting started
Yeah I'm just getting started, I'm just getting started