[Verse 1]

Hi, my names Chadrick, nice to meet you let me talk to you

I'm 16 and clean, no thug raps for you

But I rap for the sake of my own

I'm taking it home

Rough head? I'll pass you the comb

I'll let you know me; people say that I talk 'too white'

I'm still black nothing wrong with the talk, right?

My parents want the best, sorry If I'm doing good

Came from Atlanta, nobody wanted us joining the hoods

They saying rappers too emotional

Apparently the feelings that you feel ain't even notional

I used to hate rap, maybe I still do

Rappers losing their meaning except a small few

The few who rap about living life; relate-able

Instead I'm hearing talk about how prostitutes are date-able

Everyday they're making songs about their money

Yeah, you got it, now go spend it

But you spending it on honeys

Taking pride in hitting clubs, girls and cash

Talking about "bandz make em' dance"; money gash

Rap hasn't died

It just fell asleep

I'm gonna throw a life vest, other dudes watch it sink

Just like Titanic; my heart will go on

The line between me and the main is that foreign chiffon

Make it real, give the fans something to live by

You talking about struggle but you rich and get by

I'm gonna pick the world back up, time to revive

Trying to show em' they bad, I'm trying to survive

I'm writing mental verses while I'm working, that's a goal

Join the rap game? nah, I'll swallow it whole

You should hear all the verses and understand the feel

Understanding everything because you know it's real

They have experience... So you ain't alone

Yeah, you made it when they see your name on fresh cologne

Making music into feelings, and these feelings into soul

We're all trying to make a change, so we'll let you know!

We rap realness and we'll stay dope