Ever since I started rapping I acted like I was so big I had somewhere to go
Now I’m here packing my crap in a case as I wait for the word on a couple of shows
Only one project, a prospect. I’m already seen as a munchkin who’s hungry to grow
Everyone flexing online, I’ll remind you that I do not need any money to blow

You’re riding a wave
While I got hundreds of flows that could fuck up your boat
You’re lying in vain
Talking ‘bout fucking these hoes while they chucking they dough
What you’re trying to say
Glorifies something we know leads to mumbling dopes
I mean, why don’t you play
Music with stuff we can show to the public to grow (ah)

I’ve heard of kids that be dying for nothing but a pair of shoes (ooh)
I want the music that won’t lead to creating more perished youth (ooh)
I want to stop them from falling - I’ll do my best to be your parachute (ooh)
Even though I have those days I’m in bed and can barely move

Move
Out of my way
Sorry, but how do I say this, you’re crowding my lane
I got mountains of patience and sound to escape from the hourly wages, I’m ‘bout to embrace all the mountains and ranges
I’ll bounce on a stage and I’ll shout what my name is
Surrounded by fakes in the town I was raised in
So now I can’t wait to get famous, I’d say that explains it
I only work with authentic people
Made a corporation out of ink
These featherweights rap if they see quills
With my pen, I’ll be first on the screen

Rappers depend on the refills
So they get their support from the lean
Maybe they’ll balance it out with a
Cane
Wait.. that’s not what I mean

Listen to me, won’t you stick to the green?
Because it’s gonna lead to more victims if we keep on singing ’bout lean like it gives us relief, I mean spitters could be working diligently on the image we leave with the children who need it and if we succeed then these kids can be free from the shitty emcees. (Shitty emcees?)
Literally


Ever since I started rapping I acted like i was so big I had somewhere to go
Now I’m here packing my crap in a case as I wait for the word on a couple of shows
Only one project, a prospect. I’m already seen as a munchkin who’s hungry to grow
Everyone flexing online, I’ll remind you that I do not need any money to blow

I don’t want to spend a hundred grand
To go and get the upper hand
I’d rather save a couple bands and try to pick up all the fans by making stuff they understand instead of suckin up a Xan, fam

I don’t want to toss a bunch of dough, I’m gonna optimize the flow by writing songs, doing shows. I’ma obviously blow, I ain’t popping but I know that I ain’t got nowhere to go when rock bottom’s all I know, woah
Is that too deep?
It’s just my 2 cents, ya man’s too cheap
People bite on the hands who feed
While I stand to fight on my damn two feet
See my plan’s to write til fans increase
So I have to light up these whack emcees
Now I know it so wrong, the flow is so strong, it might be like when ya Tampax leaks

Period
You know, for emphasis

Seriously, I am known for penmanship
Hero to be, but my own biggest nemesis
Fighting my demons like I am the exorcist

Agh

Cooking these birds like a butterball
If I don’t like a person then I cut ‘em off
I won't buy a verse, so I’m uninvolved
I ain’t fucking with these hot girl summer songs

I’ll always be
Trying to see why they idolize people who lie through their teeth
I always preach saying I’m only me. Every rhyme that I speak is like writing a speech
I know I need to be hype so I keep bigger audiences, but I fight for beliefs
Bye bye to sleep because I am a breed who will die on my feet, not live life on my knees