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