[Verse 1]
On the come up, comes up with rhymes and the rhythm
Rhyme what he isn't, minds in a prism
In the cla**room but his mind isn't present
Presents himself so fly but a peasant
At times but the vision clear so invasion
A young white kid with dime euphemisms
Drive so he's driven needs dire recognition
It's do or die, die for decisions
[Verse 2]
Fresh out the gate, fresh off the boat
Poppa worked three jobs before we afloat
Foam and some floats, cash for some clothes
Before that dough, it was bin and some soap
Haven't been there, stories I'm told
But now they all think it's diamonds and gold
Sparies and chrome, three story home
Home alone young parents gotta pay loans
Won't let it go, now it's my turn
Turned on the lightswitch when momma gave birth
Drama gave birth, but I'll rumble through dirt
Stumble through shackles and tackle the worst
Could've been worse, doin what works
Livin each day till it's blood to the nurse
Damn what I verse, pray it hopefully surfs
Till the day I see my internet burst