Young Kid, the city's bustling
It was me, young kid on the scene
Looking like that Bow Wow Word Up magazine
Just a pen, I ain't have me a team
Don't sleep on the boy, cause the kid's got a dream
And I know he's from the 'burbs, you could tell how he speaks
But how he formulates his words, you could tell he's unique
Skinny kid, baggy jeans, braces on his teeth
Making drums with his chest, can't afford him a beat
And these older cats looking like, "He's too soft, he won't play outside"
"He ain't messing with them big dogs. He can't ride"
But here's the plot twist, he came right
Now these older cats feeling like "We can't write"
Now these blogs are looking later than a weekend night
He's still rapping like his team consists of me and I
Obese eating beats, check his BMI
What a minute y'all, he is I, and don't forget that
[Oh, just set aside your fears and fly]
Young kid, can't catch him a break
Thought he k**ed it at the show, how many bars will it take?
He's been writing all these rhymes, but they won't get him on stage
He sends money to the blogs, but that won't get him upstate
Still can't afford his beats, he's making minimum wage
So he started making beats, he's been producing for days
He knows if Mike Will makes it, it'll show him a way
He calls his mama from his dormroom, she just tells him to pray
But wait, his cousin calls, he got him a show
It was opening for sister girl he knew back from home
He was like “yes!”, it wasn't even a question
It had been minute, but he learned him a lesson
And homie got a show, he opened up at his high school
His mama said, "And you had thought they didn't even like you"
And he said yup, I hope they thought he was fly
And once again, yes, he is I, and don't forget that