[Verse 1: Jeff Martin]
Look what everybody's talkin' 'bout
Young kid. my man, I never had a doubt
Next year this boy is gunna' see a crowd
One shot K.O., call him Paqueo
But he's not all great he got flaws too
Like the life of gold and the applause too
Perfections slim, find the right move
He will scope you out and he will find you
This life he wants is too out there
This life he needs is so unfair
His mood will rip so just beware
Your skin will bend and leave no heir
Yeah, never give up on dream no matter what the cost
Always make your own decisions, be your own boss
Keep it fresh, keep it clean, give a good floss
Make 'em taste the glory of your own sauce
Be what you want and always give a fight
They'll scrape and claw and maybe even bite
Matter what you'll always give 'em spite
Stand tall, chest up, show 'em all your mite
Help those in need and be a good one
Help mom and dad and be a good son
Show all your family true love
Sometimes it's good to be too young
No, I will never forget about where I came
No matter sunshine or pouring rain
Those heart-filled people all kept me tame
I'm here for music so bring fame
Don't go for less and get much more
Go grab the sky don't hit the floor
Let's aim for peace, forget world war
My brain's a mess and my head's soar
Just hold my hand, follow me now
It's time to go and leave this town
And once I walk, heart pounds
I'll get back up if I'm knocked down
Good luck my friends, I'm right near you
Speak to me loud and I'll hear through
All of the cheers that they'll give you
Get what you want don't stand for few
[Hook: Jeff Martin]
Oh, I'm just tryna' be me and
Oh, you just tryna' be you, say
Oh, I'm just tryna' be seen and
Oh, you just tryna' be used
Sing loud, loud so everyone hears you
Aye, watch the people come near you
See, all the people in rearview
Spit, on the food that they feed you
Who, gave you all of these things and
When, were you coming at me now
Where, were you traveling free and
Why, are you trying to be, say
What? Can you hear what the people
Said, while you lay on your golden
Bed, laying down with your ma**ive
Head, I'm thinking now that I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be
I'd rather be
I'd rather be dead
[Hook: Jeff Martin]
Oh, I'm just tryna' be me and
Oh, you just tryna' be you, say
Oh, I'm just tryna' be seen and
Oh, you just tryna' be used
Sing loud, loud so everyone hears you
Aye, watch the people come near you
See, all the people in rearview
Spit, on the food that they feed you
Who, gave you all of these things and
When, were you coming at me now
Where, were you traveling free and
Why, are you trying to be, say
What? Can you hear what the people
Said, while you lay on your golden
Bed, laying down with your ma**ive
Head, I'm thinking now that I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be
I'd rather be
I'd rather be dead