Cruising down the street on my bike, I look around myself and everything's all right, I can see the homies playing basketball, shooting out shots like a cannonball, I'm just rapping straight off my dome, got back on my bike then I rode home, jumped on my bed then hopped on the game, then I loaded up some 2K, the pen I'm writing with is blue, these words I write are so true. this is springy's album called "life" but Ima just call it part two, still tryna find me a Honey, and I just Needa make some money, and i know this might sound funny, but Christmas had no snow, it was just sunny,

Let's recap or let me sum up, about how I'm a boy making music Tryna come up, never expected my debut to blow up, talked about getting views but now they showed up, I'm still working on my glow-up, middle finger to the haters might get thrown up, bullets will rip you apart, not even the doctor can have you sown up,

Now we've gotten to verse two, now what you gon' do? Ya got no-one to turn to, don't make me have to hurt you, I'll choke you up so bad you'll turn blue, haters try annoying me but they should learn to, see different views just like I do, you might be hard but I will still bite you, not cuz of hunger but cuz I want to fight you, one step ahead so if you buy a gun, I'll just buy two, and let me tell ya, that's not a lie dude, if you thought your rhymes were the shit homie you were lied to, cuz I'm on that same level, and trust me I can be that guy too, if I put my mind to it I can rhyme too, mine are tight like laces on my shoe

Let's recap or let me sum up, about how I'm a homie from the D Tryna come up, never expected my debut to blow up, talked about getting views but now they showed up, I'm just working on my glow-up, middle finger to the haters might get thrown up, bullets will rip you apart, not even the doctor can have you sown up,

Now I'm boutta rap verse three, I'm out of this world I'm unearthly, now I'm reaching for my cup cuz I'm thirsty, god gave me some bad luck, thankfully it hasn't cursed me. Sometimes it strikes but it doesn't disturb me, ex isn't on my mind so I'm not worried, I'm taking it slow on this beat cause I'm not in a hurry, crazy how I'm writing these rhymes at fourteen, my music isn't hot, its scorching. I'm sick of school and the assignments, they're all ran by a bunch of tyrants, the woman teachers and the men too, (except for my ninth and 10th grade english teacher) principles, board of education and the government too, so if I get killed you know why, its cuz I dissed the government cause I'm too fly,