[Verse 1]

On in a couple years

Gone off a couple fears

We in the game like Tron off a couple snares

We running spheres round a couple squares, now niggas wanna stare

I feel bad, my dad know I don't sleep right

I wanna tell my momma soon we gon be right

Can't get a mic know the money be tight

But you know I'm never stopping even when they're ain't a green light

Talk about the haters I don't got yet

Rapping everyday that's just the process

Rapping bout the feelings repressed

Lowkey got me feeling grievous

General, we in Suva sipping minerals

Switching cypher heads at different intervals

Really it ain't literal

But I can dream

Got hooked, Kareem

To the rap shit

Feel the ground up on my feet

[Verse 2]

Yazi gang forever, put that on my brother

I'm gon make it someway, put that on my mother

Best in my city and I didn't stutter

I just dropped a tape and now I want another

Grab a rubber cause I'm bout to fuck up the game

You know the flow insane

My niggas die in vain

While i just spit cocaine

I lost the key again

It hit a David Blaine

I'm magic on the beat tho

Gotta keep the flame

I just do my thing

Yeah I can keep my ring

These wanna be niggas, yeah you know they been slain

I never had to train

Most my city's lame

I'm bringing back the heat

I might just kick propane

I might just make the lane

The game, it's my domain

It's hard to explain

We done came a long way since December

Taking baby steps, I'm walking like I'm Kemba

Took me a minute to remember my legacy

Wondering what's left for me

Do it till the death of me

Spitting's a necessity

Cooking with the recipe

Jesus ghostwriter

I think my flow is heavenly

Never get the best of me

My rapping ancestry

Gotta fucking pedigree

Mating like it's pregnancy

Shit

I'm really feeling the vibe

I'm feeling myself

It's off of the dome

I'm feeling the wealth

Of being unknown

But but knowing yourself

I'm being humble

But bragging as well

Cause bragging it sells

They're backing the sales

It's down to the cells

So you know I go on

I gotta excel

Make it or else

It's farewell

Till I fare well

Amen

Praying that I won't fail

Y'all niggas blind, praying that y'all won't braille

Y'all niggas still ship, praying that you won't sail

Y'all niggas bitches, praying y'all won't tail

Y'all niggas dumb, praying you won't Yale

Competetion though, so I hope you don't bail

It's been a dark night, praying that you don't bale

It's all fun and games

Till a nigga come and try to rain on parades

Like "You're fucking trash and this isn't off top"

I don't give a fuck, I just hope I make it to sway

To elaborate

I'm only 15

2001 and not the 90s

So why I rap this way is beyond me

I just hope I make it to the age of 18

Before a cop kill me blat blat nigga