Fitztrice - Welcome Lyrics

Yo who's this kid from the 423, with Beats hangin round his neck and Vans on his feet

Ice in his ear touch it and you'll prolly freeze, thinkin he got the bars to bring you to yo knees

Fresh to the game so his songs probably weak, tryin too damn hard and being too low-key

A bag of bones, got em thinkin does he even eat?
Skinny cat prolly only 133

But wait, see you don't know his story tho
He may seem normal but he's not your average joe
He puts thought into his craft and has a decent flow
And if you hear him out then maybe you would know

Look, wait, everybody has a story so what
What makes him so f*ckin special, he just showed up
Dropped an EP now he thinkin he'll just blow up
Odds are slim to none, sorry homie good luck

Bro, what's he got to do to prove that he's unique
College educated and he doesn't roam the streets
Everybody has a story but his shit is deep
Honestly i feel he might be tryin to play for keeps

He may be smart, but does he have the talent and the skills
This industry is f*ckin' brutal yo and that's forreal
Maybe he should stick to rainbow six and drop some kills
Cause this aint for everyone and he don't got a deal

Everybody sleepin on him dog you actin dreary
People steady hatin on him and they eyes are teary
Debut comin out so you gotta listen clearly
To the life of Fitz, welcome Pseudo-Chaos Theory