Explain why I'm going loco
And hope though that my crappy raps are so dope
And hoes know that my throat jokes
When it goes to ears, they overdose
Man, I suppose my raps are on lock
Can't stop or drop my lyrical glock
Hoping rappers don't get shot
If they dead like Tupac
They can't count my spots
I got more talent in my pocket, Gardner can't stop it
Can't stick to the chatter
I'm a tragic, plastic, acid rapper
After all the high school kids say I don't matter
They look and took and see
If they eat and repeat their teenage dreams
Lights coming down on wishing schemes
And I can't stop it
Lights coming down on wishing schemes
Doing dumb blunts and doing dumb stunts
And can't confront their own popularity
And that's not what Ima be
I'm scary when you see me
Getting good grades and I stayed on my track
I was in high school and played video games
And I thought that shit was wack
Yeah so, it's nine of us in here
I just wanted to let y'all know a little bit more about me
Yeah um, it's just
I try to write it down just uh, put it on paper
Hopefully it turns out to be good
Ya know it stays in my mind all the time
And yeah, that's what I try to do
Ya know, it just stays in my head, like everyday
Just stays
It stays in my head, it's stuck in my head
It's stuck in my head, it's stuck in my head
It's stuck in my head, it's stuck in my head
It's stuck in my head, it's stuck in my head