[Verse 1: realkidj]

I don’t know where to begin

I got a couple caged demons in this spirit within

I got a couple close friends that are still listening

And there’s a couple loyal fans wondering where I been

I gotta keep locking in, keep talking my shit

Make my flows go hard, cause you know I’m legit

Gotta balance studies, chasing up the bag and my bitch

I bring the satisfying feeling like you’re scratching an itch

[Verse 2: realkidj]

Friends said I could be big but nobody wants to hear me out

West Mids boy, the place that no one gives a shit about

Still nobody heard of me, you’re sleeping on my beats

Gonna hear me in a couple years when I reach my peak

I’m not a wannabe vampire, yeah I’m just an alt kid

Teachers tell me to calm down, but I don’t give a shit

I make my music for me, never played for the masses

People say they fuck with it? I think they’re taking the piss

At sixteen I’m living dreams that people twice my age can’t

Still don’t feel I get the praise that my other peers got

Man I’m whining like a bitch just to get recognition

Not much of a rap listener, but it doesn’t matter

I’m still second best

[Verse 3: DBD34TH]

Death The Kid nigga

Where the beat go nigga? Nigga bring it back (yeah!)

All the goons in the back smoking all the finest crack

Bitch in that ass crack hit it when I’m horny

You’re boring your whole crew is lame y’all adore me

While I’m eating my steak your bitch eating some porridge

Starve that bitch you know I’m finna record it

Abort it fuck the fucking baby no way kid

Death The Kid crazy and I say bliss

I’m that nigga that you miss

Bitch please put your hands down give a nigga kiss on his lips till I had enough

Fuck that shit up where the cops at?

Here I go pass me my gun and they run

Dadadadadum

Shot ‘em in they back and I laugh (ha ha ha!)

Man your bitch is on my dick ass fat

And the vodka give a nigga shocker

Give that shit shake it like a nigga got maracas

I’m an imposter oh shit you know this you bogus

Clown ass nigga in the ocean I’m floating

Remember me, you niggas don’t got steeze

If I hit your bitch is that bitch gon’ breathe?

[Bridge: realkidj]

No one listens to the lyrics til that shit could get you dead

Now I’m getting cancelled for something that Death The Kid said

I don’t get follows from the underground pages

Got the real fans back at home, but

It’s always “Fluttershy” this, and “Fluttershy” that

I’ve fucking had enough of hearing about it, I left it in the past

But shit does time go fast, it’s like I’m racing the facts

It’s my time

[Outro: realkidj]

Man I’m stressing bout my shit are all my fans gonna fuck with this?

I ain’t living up to expectations, I produce my own shit

I don’t like to self glaze, you’d know that if you brought the CD

GCSEs stressing me, they’re leaving me weak

I’m protecting my peace, practicing what I preach

Can’t start beef with an artist that I know’s better than me

I like the West Midlands scene, like CREDO and KIMBERLXY

They call me baby Rimera even though I’m sixteen