84 kid was born on my own since they cut the chord when i was born, to divorce and scorn ever since that happened, i was daily didn't nothing but i'm happy of being cool, my family kept on snapping cool out 12 a nigga was rapping my father died, the is still look in the man, i see real touch my reflection, what i feel the is written: stamped and sealed intoxicated, spill for and i ain't never seen a gang deals for deals my mind and witness why there's the in the world and the time to die
i ain't trying to nobody i'm just to be me
everywhere i go man, like "he's still rapping? that's right man, you still gun clapping? i'm on to bigger positive trying to out a dream i'm the mvp, at my ring what know about the street games, you're just dreaming em up. not trying to make a going to sleep at praying to god wishing you had that bad bitch in your arm i'm that kid make things happen up in the club, watching clapping and i'm that kid that be steady in the booth throw out my demo and a hot 97 proof and you don't sign me, fuck are y'all on? i go next to the next dude wanna put me on and real, cause i'm only me the k-i-d, not to become the next og
relax ? ? more me and me, less in the pool of magical ones, i not swim not on the day or the warmest night i'm free like a bird nigga, i should flight plain nigga, the one less hoes even if i had jewels could dim light off would never look, rather read a book i'm semi-wrong, got 'em shook now they know scott, and they i plot don't trust hoes, they wonder not till i it, baby i love music, not really no question, just lessons at confessions, never false real through deception and lies so, it music, baby keep it going steady it won't be long, my niggas, everybody witness