(Verse)
Never once thought I’d be a star
Nice grip, nice car, white Benz, white doll
Can relaunch for my song, just sighted across the pond
Find a plot and I find a plot, make them fly abroad
Redundant, I was just kicking lines in the park
But how living is hard til it finally stop
Weird, huh? It’s funny how this is only the start
Not bad for a kid from the Bronx, young world look out
(Hook x2)
Renting the old van vacant
Yep I’m rude boy Jamaican
Renting the old van vacant
Yep I’m rude boy Jamaican
(Verse)
Just a kid tryna make it, single mom household
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Pops couldn’t take it, moms on the outs like Alps in Jamaica, pops didn’t hate sh**
Moms losing patience, stop visitation
Locked it, then my whole life in his absence
ba*tard, only thing he left was an accent
Dropped it, as kid thought he was a doctor
Went to the hospital, all he did was mobbing
Sweep it, puff little secret
Mind made a beast but mild made me decent
Made me work harder, rhyme over reason
Maybe you’re there to start, I’mma make e come see me
I would say nah, I ain’t the same kid that you left
That was not heaving the press, checkin his phone for a text
On his birthday, well his mom working two jobs for a check
Cuz pops couldn’t provide but I still wish you the best
(Hook x2)
Renting the old van vacant
Yep I’m rude boy Jamaican
Renting the old van vacant
Yep I’m rude boy Jamaican