(Verse)

Sometimes I don’t revise my rhyme scheme

And it sometimes it might seem

That I did not have the time to

Thoroughly write out a rhyme

And this is an 100 bar verse

And Dad, I’ll go the whole thing without a curse

And say things that make sense

And the time I’ll spend is immense

To write a song

With no chorus that’s 3 minutes long

And this flow isn’t that slow

That’s usually how long songs go

Put very few words on a very long verse

And make the song even worse

I admit that’s kind of what I did on my first tape

Like 9 of those songs were done in the first take

And some days I was too lazy to write things down

Let the instrumental go and look like a clown

And I kind of do want to be famous

And have the crowds say “Here we are now, entertain us”

And I won’t undergo rituals to sacrifice for fame

I’d rather have a soul instead of women screaming my name

And I won’t go to hell just for a chain

Hell isn’t a bad word in that context, dang

And for now, it’s on Earth I remain

I’m making better decisions and up are my grades

Went from F’s and D’s to B’s and A’s

One day I hope to gas up my own private plane

And I also want to help my family

Make sure they never have financial insanity

Solve their problems with money

Pay debts, and they can get a check from me

I also want to help my people

Take them out of the evil

Hands of the Florida justice system

No longer will they be victims

And also I’m moving out of Florida as soon as I get a bag

Because they have three strikes, and they love to tag

People going up that just happen to rap

Look how they’ve been doing Kodak

When I leave I probably won’t go back

So know that

If I blow up I’m not doing Florida concerts

Officials now probably digging up dirt

So to Colorado I go with foreign cars

Get famous and spit bars like Kendrick Lamar

And country music is trash with their little dumb guitars

I won’t resort to that

I don’t support that

I’m thinking of getting some controversy to stir

Oh I’m halfway through this verse

51st bar

52nd

53rd

These lines progressively blow up as I spit

It’s like how when you put a fire to a wick

On a firework, and there’s a big light show

In the night goes and the light shone

This might be the Ginger Tape 2 single

Just might be a jingle

Chipped off like a pringle

I’m present like Kris Kringle

Puttin bars up on a track

I admit I used to be whack

But now I’m making a comeback

And this time around I won’t slack

This time I will spit facts

I will go places in rap

If I blow up, I’ll will bask

In the money and the plaques

I may catch some flak

But no one is exempt from that

Slam dunk on this like Shaq

I’m gonna create my own brand

Instead of cramming spam songs

And making this tape a swamp

Asian crocodiles chomp

Only my day ones know that

If you found that out, today one knows long ago

That I was dissing my teachers with low quality raps

And there was no reason to stop that

And then they tried to get me in legal trouble

And they’re more bubble gum than dubble bubble

I thought they were abusing their powers

Excluding me, and excusing all flowers

Fruity kids that are always in your business

Some of y’all of fine, some of you I can dismiss

Just because your gay don’t mean you gotta be snitching

Why can’t y’all be like Trey or something?

You want these bullets sprayed for nothing?

I’m not with the hating gays stuff

Or the homophobia

But some of y’all making it hard to keep composure

Most of y’all are fine, do what you want

But some of y’all need to be more nonchalant

Like I threw something, you don’t gotta tell the teacher

Next time, its gonna be a pencil reaching for you eye

It’s so hard to get by when I’m thrown in the office all of the time

Geez man

Oh look we’re at bar 99

Oh a hundred bars, no more time to whine