TripOne - 64 Era lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, I've been a creative genius since, like Second grade, first grade, kindergarten Pretty much, since I was a fetus [Verse 1] I was fully home-grown, in my own zone mostly People always had me close-knit like upholstery Never lonely, always call to check up on me Cause my family ain't only blood related, all my homies This goes back to the single digit 2000s, when they found me Still kicking in the same clique, sticking around me Back as a fat sack of crap with a gap tooth Ass backpack, JAK patched on the back Youth size pair of DCs, fully censored CDs Different rap groups, momma kept it rated PG Look back at it, probably acted like a f*ggot With my pants sagging half past my a** crack, in fact sh** I had Air Force 1s before I flew on a plane Wish the knew the value 'fore they got creases and gra** stains And them kids had milli-ans silly bands in they hands Baseballs and bats packed back in the minivan Chilling with my cousins, being who I really am Where I spent my summers at, where I didn't give a damn Back then I didn't give a damn, still don't give one damn extra Now I grew up, still don't lose the memories of playing Nintendo I was [Hook] Born in '97, raised on that 64 The next generation never get me though I been talking same game since the 64 You'll never switch me, ho (repeated) [Verse 2] Put it on my name, never changed since the first Packing PBJ when mom and dad was out to work Tab ripping, sipping six packs, Kool-Aid Burst Cleaning all those cartridges done made my lungs hurt Yeah, I know that sh** like it's today's trend Been trill since the play pen When I was saying, "Dis dat, dis dat, b-lah, b-lah" Okay then I was born this so I stay this Never let that freedom of youth die Been creating since my heyday, and so maybe that might be why I spaz when I rap this As a young a** boy I made album packaging and track lists The front and the back pics, even had it plastered on plastic That arts and crafts sh** I was writing stories, comic books and movie posters The list may never be over Drawing my own cartoons onto VCR boxes God bless, now I'm making progress Til the casket is dropping you're probably not gonna stop this I got sick and turned to a zombie So pop at my head cause I turn hot beat to a hot mess Ah yes Just that kid grew up singing songs from Blue's Clues Now I can't be solved, a mystery to you fools Man look at what I grew to I was [Hook] (Intro repeated) [Outro] Born in '97, raised on that 64 Same game since the 64 Born in '97, raised on that 64 You'll never switch me, ho (repeated)