[Intro]

Every single day at home I’d write and pretend we made it

This is the opening to my future and you will never forget it

[Hook]

I’m a get my grind up, I’m a get it in

I done made my mind up, let this sh begin

If you with me now, we down til the end

Homie ain’t nothing changed, we going for the win

Cause this ain’t just pretend, nooo

This ain’t just pretend, no oh oh

This ain’t just pretend, nooo

This ain’t just pretend, no oh oh

Hold up

[Verse 1]

Quietly rapping away in my corner

Aiming to be the voice of the moment

You could not silence me in a court of order

Stories of my formal education

Waterloo road but far more drugs

More Boredom and the tar on the lungs

Vocal chords are so worn out you'd think I was speaking Parceltongue

Am I marketable to the record labels

They said James Vane you're not able

Visceral piffle little infintile missable pigment of pikatchu it's irreversible

Fuck you I am not that kid who

Will refuse to pursue his vocation

Fuse a line rehearse a rhyme, this is shit we'd happily die for

That's the fantasy, die for the art, see it in the eyes I will never depart

Scribble in the stars written from the heart every single artery, every other part of me

Pardon the modesty. I'm new to the monarchy. Lyrically a Young master, answer me, carter III, masterpiece

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

To be honest with you I was scared to admit I rapped

Because of all the negative connotations it's bought with

My city doubts it's even a talent

You're just speaking far too fast James Charles

Take a masterclass in the craft of politics

Your love for rap it's pure ignorance

Isn't it bliss though every note, every tone be it black or white

Or quarter tones like Drake and Logic

Mentally sick like an alcoholic, always cold like a freezing sorbet

Grimy rhymer, drop bombs like Miley Cyrus and her clothes

Sink rappers to comatose while I float above the surface prepared to roast

No toast for rosay. Paint a picture, poet Monet

On the road to multiple Grammys

Like Pusha T and his pure white cocaine

Every rhyme is so divine

Eliminate pain my words like morphine

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

One day soon they'll return to the archives remember how that child was vital

Right now these guys are idols, one day close they'll be my rivals

Don't worry about the praise for now, all of them will thank you later

This is what you were made for, record a song of pure soul

Also perform for lots a people dreaming of a new beginning

Christening, beautiful new vision

That driven musician, my first transmission

Aiming to crush all the competition

Provide for my friends from written verse

Intersperse the fragments for all to witness

Pure talent and massive palate

Paint a picture Edouard Manet

Enjoy the rhapsody, understandably. Summer raps, pathetic fallacy

Patiently waiting for hip-hop anarchy

Will convert most rappers and turn the rest to dust

Enjoy the rush, now please discuss