I don't really give a damn about a pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow if it's being on a billboard
From the moment I saw Chali 2na
Rocking under the multi-colored lighting in concert at the Fillmore
I'd k** for punks and b-girls
Never gonna matter I'll be spitting like a water cannon
Making waves I'm an orca, I recommend a parka
You'll be feeling like you're in the front row at Sea World
Gonna hike it till I make it, it's a good call
Taking the mic and I spike it like a football
Like a running back
Like I'm under the gun but I'm never gonna crack
Never could fall
It's like I'm Arnold I'm
Skinny but I'm picking up a barbell fine
Gonna make it putting my pen to the paper poppin' out a novel in a minute
Like I'm R.L. Stine
Gotta try because I got a fool's chance
Grab the mic up at a middle school dance
Take it from the DJ and I rap until they plug up
Out on me to stop it or until I get pantsed
f** it, they can pull the plug I'm gonna kick it acapella
Dockers at my ankles, and I tell em what I'm feeling
Even if nobody is listening I yell it to the ceiling
And I celebrate the fact that I'm alive and I'm breathing