[Verse 1]

Used to hold remote controls like microphones, and perform to folks at home

Now I'm grown, though I've never stopped writing poems

Picking up speed knocking over traffic cones

Started out, making sounds with our tongues

Beat boxing beating tables like drums

Don't wait on bread crumbs

Learn to bake and you can make it out the slums

Can't rely on people, make plans so they work out even if people ditched you

Cause while you waiting on them their life's continue

Yep that's the truth, all that you need is contained within you

I try to school the youth, but the don't care to hear the truth

They prefer the dudes who rent cars for their video shoots, Like!