What up, Lupe? Chi-Town, check My style is very Tennessee mixed with some Terry Kennedy People barely remember me from back in the day I done got some contacts and threw the gla**es away The time it took me to get cool was a ma**ive delay, but check It gets boring growing up in Memphis Tryna become a pro, but keep showing up apprentice Mama probably would've done anything to prevent this Cause every single time I break a board, it gets expensive Luckily, my aunt workin' as a nurse So every time I needed something, she just reach up in her purse And plus, she'd always give me speeches on the first If I'm stayin' in her house, then I need to get some work I tell her I was there on vacation She said, "You need to be doing something other than skatin' Why don't you go kick it with your uncle in the basement? I'mma let him know that you comin', honey, he's waitin'" So now, it's me in old school checkered plaid Playing chess, looking through some old school record ads He knew I didn't really wanna post here Opened up the window and told me that the coast clear And now I coast clear, take a deep breath Feeling like the Pope's here, homie, this is recess This is each test life's ever given me A-plus graded by a teacher in a sweet dress Yes, I'm literally Larnell Lewis with a Kick and a snare, a kickflip in the air The kid's sick denim jeans, put a rip in a pair Just so the space ain't restricted in here, breathe again Think it's obvious that they need my soul My cousin's after Doe, like re-mi-fa-so I said, "Auntie, this is a safe career" She said, "Drake, I told you there was no skatin' here" So I kick, push Kick, push Kick, push Kick, push Coast Fast as the wheels replaced I gotta find another hobby just to fill the space So I kick, push Kick, push Kick, push Kick, push Coast Peep the way I roll Just a rebel, lookin' for a place to go So I kick Then push And coast