This is me.
This is what makes me.
This is the reason i am.
But if you really wanna know me.
Yo all you gotta do is one thing man.
v-1
I'm another up and comer fighting for my place//
with a banger by nine-diamond check turn up the bass//
feeling like a rockstar i'm certified heat//
give the streets a song with a banging beat//
search any of my songs and they are all fire//
i'm still bringing the heat until i retire//
they wanna figure out my style but i'm too complex//
got all these dudes wondering what i'll do next//
i'm sick with it i give the streets a dope song//
keep improving my craft moving on and on//
waiting and planning my next mixtape//
haters tried to stop me but now it's too late//
i'm coming like will smith and i'm making my mark//
while these rookies all take a shot in the dark//
i got the people wondering if i'm still hot//
i just turn around and tell them (Take a look at my drop)//
v-2
i make moves and plan out my next song//
brushin off the haters and i move along//
you're a chip on my shoulder that i brush off//
little punk keep dreamin if you think i fell off//
too sick for these dudes to comprehend my rhymes//
so they study all my bars and recite all my lines//
got a few girls looking but i just keep moving//
i only have one girl i need so i'm not pursuing//
what you surprised i'm not a player yet//
when they hear me disrespecting all these other vets//
i know the rules of the game so i won't disregard//
That i need to know my place before they pull my card//
it's a new day and era of the best in the game//
i just want y'all to remember my name//
so if i ever make it to the tippy tippy top//
then go tell the haters take a look at my drop//
v-3
It's like a sonic boom when i enter a room//
i'm explosive on the beat and you're meeting your doom//
better react quick if you think you can//
stop acting like a clown and come up with a plan//
focus carefully on the last few lines//
while others blast guns i really live rhymes//
What happened to hip-hop it's become bubble gum//
so i'll rip all these artists with a slip of the tongue//
can't see me like i'm rapping through thick smoke//
come find the kid and get your pass revoked//
i'm still dropping bars like the 4th of July//
too bad my old crews career's didn't ever fly//
i'm moving on solo i don't need a clique//
all I need is a pad and a beat that's sick//
Then i'll write a verse that's seriously hot//
and then i'll tell all these dudes take a look at my drop//
