Verse 1:
It started as a dream from a zero self-esteem teen
The opposite of lean, when he stepped on the scene
Slept on it seemed, no respect for his team
Cleverly better than every MC in the ring
So the kid started rappin just for the hell of it
He was out of his element, dealing with hella pessimists
His rhymes were excellent. Executin perfectionist
But folks was negligent to the youngins intellegence
He was hella spent
Never tryna get the cheddar, mozzarella settlement
To him, rockin a show was sex, and he was celibate
Just a single opening gig to him heaven sent
Music was his medicine, somethin that settled him
Did it for the betterment of himself he’d never quit
Not the shit, all he wanted was to be relevant
Steady chasin his dream sequences til he’s celebrant
That was it
Verse 2:
But then he woke up
Back to munchin cold cuts
Stank
Ran to the bathroom, he had to throw up
Rank
Knownin he had no fame was a cold one
Lame
Back to rappin all alone to no one
Blank
He was over that. Told his folks he’s growin old and drove the Chevy Nova
Roller coaster to the coast to boast his golden raps
Attract some labels with his hopes, dope fables, finna bulldoze haters
No coke nosed woven trash
It’s spoken fact. That if you wanna make it then there’s no holdin back
No strings attached no thinkin act
React to the crap that they threw at you
Independently producin music that you knew was true
So he flew the coop. drew a slough of stupid tunes
Stupid I mean beautiful. Tunes, I mean musical
The juvenile was tryna prove that soon he would suitable
Inscrutable evidence lead to him wreckin usuals
He started gettin booked
Receivin different looks
Believin in himself-wealth he was livin good
In a different hood, the rapper was misunderstood
And soon he would be known by everybody, man he had em hooked
What I’m tryin to say is that you gotta put in work
Luck is a factor but rappers gotta make music first
Dapper slappers worse when crappy slackers don’t smash a verse
Never kickin back cuz music is a savage curse