[Verse 1: NiMRoD]
Searching for a honey dip who ain't looking for money clips
Cause I ain't got them
That's why the clearance rack is what I'm rocking
Just a couple nickles and a tattered bill down in my pocket
When it comes to rapping I've been told to stop it
Hold that thought and put it in your finger tips so I can knock it
Jot a clever rhyme and rock it out the stadium
Garage rapping never trapping
Universal yo I'll probably have your parents clapping
Asking what the hell happened to the kid I raised and taught to be the greatest he can
Well sorry, but I'm down on my luck
And while I try to tie these knots it just starts falling out of plan
I gotta little group of people f**ing with the way I spit
And that's all I could ask for
Rhyming knocking at the back door
Asking are you sure you wanna hear it?
Cause while I'm spitting it my father's right behind me in spirit
Had a shady record and he couldn't clear it
So while he's doing time I'll have to carry on his legacy throughout my lyrics
I'll spit a verse so I can put some money in my mom's purse
That's what I'm gonna focus on first
Cause recognition's not the mission
Never been my ambition
But rather that I prove to all the people's turned cheeks
That my words combined with the raw beat will make you aw freak
A teenage creep invested deep in my career
I got these beats bumping back and forth between each one of my ears
I hope that what I'm saying is clear