[Intro]
Yea, it's the, it's the Kid (Kid, Kid)
Know what I'm talkin' bout'

[Verse: The Kid Rated R]
I was coolin’ out in my old hood, ridin’ round with my old crew
In my potna’s old school, and just then we passed my old school
Got me thinkin' bout' where we goin’ to, where we are now, what we've grown through
And how to take all them thoughts I told you, and then show you through these Pro Tools
Like fuck it son turn the mics on, watch the kid get his Tyson
Nah I don’t mean my bite on, I mean that punch line hook with the right arm
And that’s a metaphor for our lives huh, Cause every day we had to fight for it
My brother work three jobs all night for it, with three kids strugglin’ to keep the lights on
With that minimum wage, minimum pay, tax take half off like a minimum day
And he just came home from a criminal stay, tryna' do everything not to slip in his ways
But his car broke and he gotta catch the bus, and the police be harassin' him
They be askin' him and then slammin' him before he even get the chance to answer em'
Like, that’s where my tax money go protect and serve?
That’s what he’s thinkin' while his face is sinkin' in the curb
They got us feelin' like the voice of those that’s never heard
That’s on my word I speak for all of ya'll in every verse

[Chorus: The Kid Rated R and Rebecca Nobel]
It was all just a dream, then we started to chase it
Man we came up from nothin’ so ain’t too much that can break us
Off the tracks that I’m tapin', couple people be hatin’
But all the strugglers love it just to see one of us make it up out this
Mother, brother, sister, grandma, aunty, uncle, cousins too
Thought it, now we wanted it, we bout' it till it’s comin' true (true, true)
It was all just a dream, then we started to chase it
But all the strugglers love it just to see one of us make it up out this mother