(Verse 1)
A 15 year old boy called ammunition , with a big ambition , and an intuition
He doesn't really like school cause he doesn't listens
And he doesn't give a sh** , like he loves pissing
But you can't bring him down by a f**in grade
You can tell by the scrapes in his denim
(Verse 2)
This hostile youth needs to see a therapist
Gets pissed off , now other peoples scared and sh**
So he hides his emotions , he just tries to bury it
But if you saw into his mind you would see some scary sh**
He very closed but the same time he's always open
Just waiting for a f**er to slit his throaght then
(Verse 3)
He likes girls , money , and motherf**in weed
But he can't get any girls , money or f**in weed
His life's a contradiction I know you f**ers listening
I know the beat is cold as f** but please f**ing listen
Because every time he opens his mouth and these words come out , it seems that noone gets it
(Verse 4)
No true friends cause he's always shuffling
Mother is a soldier and he knows she's always hustling
He doesn't give 2 sh**s to what you say I means nothing , to him because the thoughts in his head are rustling
Back in forth like a frog in the gra** you can tell by the gash in his a** that he doesn't give a sh**
(Verse 5)
He's going crazy cause he feels that no one f**in listens
Parents aren't together so he feels like there is something missing
A serious side of him , that no one ever f**in see's
If his mother heard him rap than she would probably f**in heave
And if he can't have rap then he would f**in leave , packing bags and sh**
(Verse 6 )
A wise man one said if it itches scratch it
So you mean that if I get mad grab a ratchet
Go to school with a matic let it f**in happen
But thats not me , and I don't even have the balls to have it
And you cannot grasp it , the idea going through my f**in brain like traffic
(Verse 7)
He can't be a kanye or Jay-Z
And for that it seems like everybody f**in hates me
When something go's wrong then everybody seems to blame he
But he is f**in wild so they know they cannot tame the
His aim 3 ,]
But his lanes different
Everyone that he hears rap is the same different
But this lames different
(Verse 8 )
He doesn't give a f** about a trend setter
Hears the sh** that signed people put out and he knows he's better
Kid with his own style snap back red sweater
The game is a b**h but his focus is to go and get her
Maybe he should write a letter maybe he should blow and sweat her
Even though he's knowing knowngly that he's getting better
(Verse 9)
This little f** isn't very popular
People always challenge but many dont top with him
Wants to make a song but they know he doesn't pop with them
Just like the f*gs who said he couldn't like pop and them
He loves violence but he doesn't have a gun to pop on them
Reload
(Verse 10 )
He's smart for his age a spark on his page
That page from that spark from his age just start up his rage
He's try his hardest to gauge The anger from inside of him
Got a bit better in spittoon now people riding him
He's want to k** em all even if its suicide and then
He just posidens them