Flashbacks

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, aye
I feel like I started this music
When they started abusing
Me in the middle schools
They ridiculed me for everything.

Like being cool was really all that mattered
But no one seemed to notice the pattern.

Yeah
Look.

I was in sixth grade
Lying bout my dick's weight
Some people would fuck with me
But others had some distaste.

I wanted vent space
Wrote at a quick pace
Posted that shit online, and I
Was hoping to get people to click play.

It was kind of a risky move
But the rhymes are what I quickly do
You don't know what it's like in these shoes
Take a step back, cause I'm ticking
BOOM!

Put the pen to the notebook
Wrote some verses, man I even wrote hooks
It was page after page after page after page
Every day, you would say that I wrote books.

But it was a soft spot
I'm thinking every day that my song's hot
But they be saying that my song's not
But at least it was better than what y'all got!

So why you judging on me?
Why the fuck don't y'all see?
That's when I knew I had to let em know
So I went off on a beat and then I made this shit more than a hobby.

It was really only a matter of time
Before the ladder was climbed
I'm snatching a dime
Then simply passing her to the side.

It's like
It's like I'm clashing with titans
Or getting slashed by a lion
Man, I just can't win.

It's like I'm going off on a toddler
Getting top from your mom first
Then I hop in the Honda.

Man, I'm not very proper
Probably could've been a doctor
But now I'm not bothered, I'm a Chopper
Just like I oughtta
Yo.

[Break:]
What are you?
What are you sayin', bruh?
You think I can do it better?
(Sigh)
Fuck
Alright, nah just let me think of something
It's these flashbacks
They'reitting me again
It's cool
I get it.

[Verse 2:]
I was always one to be abstract
Never paid attention up in math class
Not doing this to be a bad ass
I write real shit plus I can rap fast.

I got my own secrets, my own past
On the road, tryna get home fast
Always keep it REAL, so I wrote that
But I guess my biggest fear is it won't last.

I see people every day
And they falling off the map
Hope it's not like that for J
Cause I just took off my cap
For graduating at last
Man, it's more than just a hat
I'm boxing like Everlast
Put everybody on blast.

Tell everybody straight off
(Straight off)
I'm not one to play soft
(Play soft)
I'm done with everybody
With everybody, and they gone.

I ain't working for a pay stub
My money comes in when I post another play button
Loving all the fake love but the real stuff keeps me going away from the bankrupt.

But they must stop abruptly, run up on a country
I'm straight up, I don't play judge, but my day one is really gay company.

That don't change a thing
We still roll up and blaze
Not a thing to do today
So I write another page.

I ain't focused on a wage
I just ramble bout my day
Then they see this kid can rage
So they fuck with him on stage.

I'm confident that they enjoy
The words and beats that I deploy
Unto the world, every girl and boy
Take a layup man, it's worth the points.

I did that, now I'm self-employed
When I roll up, it's a perfect joint
I don't give a fuck if you're first or fourth
Imma leave your ass with your work destroyed.

But I orbit first
A sort of morbid version
Of some cordial verses
From a normal person
But before I'm certain
I'm just pointing hearses
In the right direction
With Hell's door emerging
I'm recording first and then
I'm bored with serpents
We got some people
Thinking that the world is perfect
I adore the perks that
Are below the surface
Now I'm sure I'm learning
But a war is lurking
Bitch!

[Break:]
Yeah
How was that?
Was that - was that better for you?
Yeah?
Alright
Nah, nah
I just wanted to double check with you
Make sure everything was up to, ya know
Your standards
(Sigh)
Finally.