[Verse 1]
15 years old 15 years old Vocals prepubescent not yet gold
So this my kiddie rap Don't get giddie at me for trying
I'm attacking the mic but first Someone pull it down so I can
Be heard reciting the raps I be writing
p**y never got it Girls scare me there honest
Money, can't really talk
Most I got was a 50 note on the sidewalk
Guns and being a bada**
Yeah in the mirror with 2pac or metal blasting fast
King of the craft, really though
What's I white kid doing listening to rap on his stereo
In his bedroom trying to very hard to flow
What's worse he's English
Jesus he trying to spit that
Critical sh** playerlistic's
Who's your idols?
Eminem obvious, DMX on it, Scarface got the fix, jay in the lex remixed to the black chronic
Nas Ill and still at it, Common rapping rabid
MC Ricky d the ruler too long was captive, biggie off like beuller with pun En Paz Descanse redman
Cage Ghost face Cool J and Wayne
Brought about me
Thought about it and I won't ever be as good as any of those who stood the test of time
But maybe if I rhyme enough
I can prove myself tough not just zero
Muster strength like my hero's
Can't be kicking back
Gotta get my writtens up to tact
This might be really wack
But after all
This is my kiddie rap