Fell from the sky at the age of three
Always wondered why the kids in cla** looked so different than me
Didn't bother me much, took my crayons to lunch
I ain't give a f**, made my own squad, weird bunch
Dodi Mob in this b**h, get used to it
"f** your dreams, your a teen, stay being a student"
That's what Mrs. Saenz said
Well, it don't really matter cause Ms. Saenz dead in my mothaf**ing head
I'm a dreamer, I'm a leader, I'mma mothaf**ing star
Pyramids fell from the sky and landed on my front lawn
Now my mom thinks I'm crazy and a little bit gone
Out my mind, but we'll be fine I'mma give her six months
To think about the situation and just understand me
But you know how parents be, when it comes down to parenting
Excuse me for the ranting, but I hope you understand
Hello, I hope you feel me
America can you hear me?
And I just recently moved to Atlanta
I'm an outcast here and I ain't close to Savannah
I don't roll with no tools, I ain't holdin' no hamma
I don't roll with them fools who be wearing bandannas
No hype beast, nah nah n***a
Rather raw-dog a dog and jam out to Rahdigga
At the same damn time, yeah b**h that's right
No metaphor within these lines
No dollar signs in these eyes
It's the pa**ion with this sh**, that's gon' make the squad rise
I ain't gotta rap on old a** beats, or talk about my 3rd eye
Oooooh why? Why he say that sh**?
Cause I'm tired of all these bloggers postin' lame a** sh**
That same a** sh**
1 train a** sh**
I've been telling you exactly what that bullsh** is, a** sh**
You can ask ya squad or ask ya god
We go so got damn hard
Word to big brother Dom
And I ain't going out without no fight
We deserve the praises that you serve to the most high, most lie
So I'mma be on stage screaming
Be on stage singing
Represent every teenager in they bedroom dreaming
Bring something to the big screen and finally have meaning
Shut sh** down, go so hard
RIP to Steve Jobs said I go so hard
n***a squad, Dodi Mob