Andy Jayy – Broadcasting Live (Remix) Lyrics

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[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]

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