[Verse 1]
I ain't one to talk a lot of fucking shit bro,
I just got my thumb up, and a rolled spliff though,
Live my life, making moves, sold out shows,
Not yet though, I ain't got enough dough,
I gotta be patient, Ima take it slow,
Cause Ima get there, and next thing ya know,
You're gonna blink and I'm famous, all the girls like "Woah!
That kid spit so sick and I didn't even know"
But for now, I'm just a normal kid, like you,
Play sports, chill with friends, that's what I do,
You can say what you want, you know I ain't fake,
I ain't outta my mind, I'm just half baked
[Hook]
I'm spitting for myself, I ain't tryna flaunt,
Bitch, you can say what you want
A humble kid, ain't no reason to taunt,
Still, you can say what you want
(x2)
[Verse 2]
In a day, I went from a kid to an artist,
But nowadays, people don't understand what art is,
Rapping is simple, it's poetry with a beat,
But class is in session, so why don't you have a seat?
You run your mouths, I'm just tryna enjoy the way I live,
But people are fake, ain't real with the props they give,
I been living, breathing music since I was a kid,
Dad taught me guitar and talent shows are what I did,
But I dropped the pick to pick up a mic,
This shit comes easily to me, like riding a bike,
But what I do ain't all serious, I try to have fun,
I've been writing everyday since my career has begun,
Ain't gotten signed yet, I'm independent and young,
No record label, yeah, the heroes still unsung,
Driving this beat, you're in reverse,
That humble boy coming through with another verse
[Hook, x2]
Ever since I started rapping, I've been on my grind,
But there's some days I just wanna press rewind,
To the days when I was younger, strumming guitar and shit,
Tell myself a little effort will take you far, kid,
Put in your time, and it'll fucking show,
I'm waiting for the day to hop on stage and do a show,
Course, like I said I ain't even got a label yet,
Don't matter, I could spit a verse and not even break a sweat,
Did I make it yet? Nah, but I'm still a threat,
Real question, is your bitch naked yet?
I haven't ever cared about a hater, and I never will,
I don't need nobody preaching, like they was Dr. Phil,
Still tryna pay bills, still gotta make a mill,
But when I do, Ima get a grill, just to keep it trill,
Got five before the homies arrive, going for a drive to feel alive,
You already know, We broadcasting live
[Hook, x1]
I ain't one to talk a lot of fucking shit bro,
I just got my thumb up, and a rolled spliff though,
Live my life, making moves, sold out shows,
Not yet though, I ain't got enough dough,
I gotta be patient, Ima take it slow,
Cause Ima get there, and next thing ya know,
You're gonna blink and I'm famous, all the girls like "Woah!
That kid spit so sick and I didn't even know"
But for now, I'm just a normal kid, like you,
Play sports, chill with friends, that's what I do,
You can say what you want, you know I ain't fake,
I ain't outta my mind, I'm just half baked
[Hook]
I'm spitting for myself, I ain't tryna flaunt,
Bitch, you can say what you want
A humble kid, ain't no reason to taunt,
Still, you can say what you want
(x2)
[Verse 2]
In a day, I went from a kid to an artist,
But nowadays, people don't understand what art is,
Rapping is simple, it's poetry with a beat,
But class is in session, so why don't you have a seat?
You run your mouths, I'm just tryna enjoy the way I live,
But people are fake, ain't real with the props they give,
I been living, breathing music since I was a kid,
Dad taught me guitar and talent shows are what I did,
But I dropped the pick to pick up a mic,
This shit comes easily to me, like riding a bike,
But what I do ain't all serious, I try to have fun,
I've been writing everyday since my career has begun,
Ain't gotten signed yet, I'm independent and young,
No record label, yeah, the heroes still unsung,
Driving this beat, you're in reverse,
That humble boy coming through with another verse
[Hook, x2]
Ever since I started rapping, I've been on my grind,
But there's some days I just wanna press rewind,
To the days when I was younger, strumming guitar and shit,
Tell myself a little effort will take you far, kid,
Put in your time, and it'll fucking show,
I'm waiting for the day to hop on stage and do a show,
Course, like I said I ain't even got a label yet,
Don't matter, I could spit a verse and not even break a sweat,
Did I make it yet? Nah, but I'm still a threat,
Real question, is your bitch naked yet?
I haven't ever cared about a hater, and I never will,
I don't need nobody preaching, like they was Dr. Phil,
Still tryna pay bills, still gotta make a mill,
But when I do, Ima get a grill, just to keep it trill,
Got five before the homies arrive, going for a drive to feel alive,
You already know, We broadcasting live
[Hook, x1]
