[Intro: Aaron Keese]
Yo, Aaron, let's get 'em

[Verse 1: EP Music]
Yo, I was born in 92 with a fuckin' chip on my shoulder
But I learned to apply it and use it in music as I got older
Born in the South (Wake up), but just want to say that it can get colder
Go to war on the beat, got the fuckin' heart of a soldier
And I'll fight to defend my right to play and write I want
I'm an artist, authentic, I'm everything that you're not
It's in my blood so don't you try and tell me I'm doin' it wrong
'Cause I'll start name droppin' (Yep) and put you in a song
I'll be comin' for your throat, you don't want the smoke
Came a long way, but got a ways to go
You can make it rain, I can make it snow
You can take the fame, I'ma take control
Oh, is that right, I should stick to rock and just not rhyme
I should quit and fall back in line
Have you gone and lost your god damn mind
I'm not afraid to be a renegade
A snake bite but my tongue is a switchblade
I'ma be self made, voice of a decade
Y'all keep on keep sippin' that Kool-Aid
I like tea but you know I like it homemade
I'm a bit insane but I got pen games
Fuck your opinion, I'ma do it my way
Stand on your own feet, get outta my face
Nobody gonna put their hands on my music
You do and you'll lose 'em
I'm tryna start a whole 'nother movement
And if you disagree, that's fine, just keep it movin'
Or else it's me and you motherfucker
Consume the consumer, let's go