Rojas - Chapter One lyrics

[Verse 1] I hear the optimists voice, he said come hop in the void I was a pup 'til I realized that dogs like to chomp at the toy I am no longer a boy, you cannot f** with the man I just gotta get away, I might go jump in a van That is just part of the story, chapter one, fifteen years old Boy you simply can't f** with these flows For you it's tough, but it's nothing to me though In the whip, and it's bumping, Feefo Switching lanes and they're hitting a dead end Still they really want to flex like bench press Too animated, like their name was Ed Ed Oh and Eddy, just started but I'm going steady A rapper is average, people throw confetti And their flow is lazy, but I like a challenge They just load the semi, while I throw machetes Your formula is the code of petty, if that's the case then you should run for it Figure it out, if you can't, just look in the mirror and tell me you're not a f** boy b**h get an F and she call her daddy, and the sh** so gross like a roll of fatty I can smell it, people acting fishy Friendly with Krabs but they stole the patty Know the name of Holt, if you say you don't, then you're lying, we can tell It's the Genesis, by the end of this, my name's gonna ring a bell That's the dream, boy, rap supreme, then you stab the cheese, and you have a piece Like a cat with teeth, he was acting sweet, at the end of the day, though, the rat will bleed I'm moving up, I need to get packed No no no no, shouldn't have said that Next motherf**er says no self serve I'll grab that b**h and then snap his neck back Young man living, never gave a f**, yeah Only got a few that I stay in touch I search for the real cause dudes fake a bunch Like a b**h acting drunk when she drank the punch Aye, motherf**ers love to throw shade Took my textbook and I ripped out the page Theater girl, I'll f** her backstage Do the same type of sh** the next day Do not fight me, I'm the sensei, I am overtly the freshest I like saying f** my french grade, just a personal preference Love to learn but I hate a lesson, get the dough and I make the bread But what goes up it must come down, so I stay finessin' in the Great Depression