Imma tell mama I made it Ain’t no room to debate it I’m just gon say it (Go ahead) Check my numbers they escalated Nah, no green paper I’m still poor Was a teenager But that ain’t me no more Check me out yo Cause Imma boss If you don’t think so Then it’s yo loss So don’t be a loser Be a winner Like me when I eat cake For my birthday dinner Cause I hit the big 2-0 With my fist it was brutal Wait not really Cause I be a nice guy Since I’m so fly Some of you might try To do what I do everyday on the daily Get all the ladies to call me maybe Which don’t really even happen So I gotta plenty of time to stick to rapping That’s why I’m a beast on beats I unleash the beast when I’m beats I repeated myself but it’s okay tho I’m having a bit of fun like I’m playing with play dough So I gotta get it I really gotta go and get it Because every time when I get it I gotta get it and I get it well If you don’t think so, then Imma yell That ain’t me no That ain’t me no more I got the 1-up like Mario I knew I had to put on a dope party yo So I made a song that goes hard Imma pimp slash thug that flows bars Flawlessly honestly I gotta be An oddity Music is a part of me I wouldn't have it any other way because This dope lyrical gift greatly does Help me through the tough times I find comfort when I bust rhymes I never really thought that I'd be rapping When I'm 40 I'll prolly be laughing Imagine how I'll 20 years from now Maybe I'll still be rapping somehow Maybe music will have served it's purpose And I’ll think that it’s worthless But I hope that's not how I'll feel Later on when I'm paying bills Working hard, getting that paper I'll remember being a teenager Being shy, lacking confidence Instead of establishing dominance So on my 41st holiday I'll prolly look back, smile and say