(Intro)

(Verse 1)

I'm a younging from the lakeside with a dollar and a dream it would seem plenty doubted my outcome

If school didn't get in the way I'd already have a mix tape and an album

My mind been flowing like the waters

Here's another rhyme book Keyontay is the author

Late nights vibing out to heat from the beats pill

Humble bout the money that I make that's a meek mill

Beauty inside me like a flower in the vase

Don't let that water spill we should keep it just in case

I got morals, I got goals that stay protected in my mind no keys to the safe

Producing and a rapping kid at the same time

I'm a lion with flow so you know you can't tame mine

I'm a master gamer and this beat like c.o.d black ops hop up in the booth and it's game time

School gets in the way but I'm griding regardless

I'm not a trap rapper I'm simply an artist

Slow and steady wins the race so at the end of the day this turtle is walking the farthest

I could truly care less bout what you've been speaking on me

I don't care if mans have been sleeping on me

I don't take days off when it comes to making beats ain't a weekend homie

Jumpman jumpman jumpman that boys up to something

Started from the bottom he came up from nothing

I lash out at fake talk therapist would say that's a repercussion

I'm hella serious about this rap thing and all y'all thought that the kid was bluffing

(Chorus)

Producers, rappers, singers, who all think it's a joke

I come from a place where if your acting soft they'll be knives at ya throat

I'm just tryna make ends meet while all y'all are tryna be the goat

Abusive household daddy slinging coke a dollar a dream with a little bit of hope