Who is this Kid?
Generically you can say I'm my mom's and dad's kid
But I'm trynna be my own man ' Got balls to play for the big leagues
Send em my greetings' my hands on much bigger things
Straight outta mother fuckin west
Watch my moves' cause I won't settle for less
Is there life after death?
Should I be doubting my faith?
I'm Confused and perplexed ' hard to even work on a verse
Both my parents at rest, Don't even know what my mom was like
My schedule tight' bitch I can't loose
I'm Bad food' spitting calaboose
Wudu, Its about to go down
The fuckin crown
You loving the sound?
I wouldn't careless, Give a fuck if you impress
With no Fs I'm gassed
It's bombardiers for the jersey
Madeda Mwavita Francis
This my life, ain't no Laisse
What class I'm I in?
Fuck it, I'm never absent
I'm Kenyan, This is just an accent
As a matter of fact, I speak Swahili like everyone else
"You done well?"
Nah I got a damn "fail"
Not that I was dumb
I focused more on my Music
And was done with school Way before it was done
Ain't worried bout Nuthin
Me and Ken got a plan' And on God I'mma Stan
I am the driver of this paddy wagon
And after a long drive "Welcome to the bars"
I'm gone
