[Intro] (On Radio)

Power 106!

LA it's your girl, Yesi Ortiz

Got some brand new music

I need you to turn it up

And let me know what you think

It's Lloyd, called "Oakland"

On Power 106

I was making Japanese

And she's watch-

*Radio tuning*

Josh Smith, check him out-

*Radio tuning*

So now the fans are gonna be all over Josh Smith-

*Radio tuning*

Verse 1 [Josh Smith] (On Radio)

Just a kid from the 408

Writin' raps at home, just tryna make it in the Golden State

He's from the burbs and talk so white, so how's he lookin' like an ape?

Wait stop the tape, where's the 808?

Alright, now this beat is bumpin' like some high school seniors after

Prom

They yelling, "This my song!" Yeah, this track is like Al Queda bomb

Now my mic is meltin', yeah, it's smokin' up just like a bong

When following your passion, there's no way that you can do it wrong

What's going on? I don't know. I spit it raw, that's how I flow

And my only speed is go, no slowin' down, I gots to go

Nonstop headin' down this road until I'm número uno

Goin' coast to coast with sold out arenas at every show

I do it big, I'm from the bay, the biggest thing since the Mac Dre

Sure he had his Thizzle but I sizzle each and every day

My bars are hot, hot like a potato in the microwave

Got my game on lock, tighter than a TXTL safe

They work hard, and play hard, I play hard, but work harder

I want more success than the third installment of Tha Carter

And I'm spittin' flames, just call me a fire starter

I'd lay my life down for this music, I'm a hip hop martyr

Verse 2 [(Josh Smith] (On Radio)

Alright I'm goin' back in, I can do this all day

Dreamin' big, I'ma do me, I don't care what y'all say

I guess I can be considered a teenage version of Childish

I'm childish, steady gettin' mileage, I'm hot as sh—

Wait, I don't swear, but I swear I'm getting better

At this rap game, I'm just a Weirdo like Donald Glover

That's a comedy, comedy just like the show Community

If I'm ever failing than I guess that is the end of me

I wanna succeed in being all that I'm supposed to be

Supposedly, I'm rawer than some freshly killed animal meat

Uh, I'm an animal, I'm freakin' vicious with the flow

That makes me progressive, I'm a weapon and I'm 'bout to blow

Oh, I'ma slow it down, like a young black man when he sees a cop

Wait no, speed it up like that same man before he got shot

This music's all I got, it's my life, it keeps me goin'

Used my mind to craft this art, my potential is omnipotent

I wanna be the King, with a ring, a crown, a gauntlet, and robe on top

Of a throne

But until that time I'm under the rule of C. Gambino

Don't know how he does it but his music just gets through to me

He set up a goal for me, and that is where I strive to be

It's lonely at the top, but at the bottom it's still true

Don't know 'bout you, but I only have a few people that will come

Through

My relationships are shallow like the coastline of a crystal lake

Everywhere I go it seems to me like I am out of place

*Childish Gambino interview*

Back to my shenanigans, I'm stylin' like a mannequin

The competition's panickin', I make out like a bandit and

Steal the hearts from fans and then I stop and run it back again

I am eatin' though, check in the kitchen, there's sandwiches

Reality check, I am here still sittin' at my desk

Just a tiny fishy tryna break through the fisherman's net

My last name's Smith, I spit it clean, you might as well just call me Will

I know I strive for greatness and success, but yet here I am still

Livin' in the Culdesac, cooped up makin' an EP

Because the Internet, I'm killin' it, I feel like Royalty

Now this stuff is Camp, so I'm walkin' 'round with swagger

They say that I'm Sick Boi, but in truth I Am Just A Rapper

*Rick Ro$$ noise*

Outro [Josh Smith]

Hi, um

One ticket for Los Angeles