What's your expectation

Did you think that I'd come in

With the flow, like woah

Didn't meant to keep you waiting

I just found this beat on my phone had to go in

With no hesitation

'Cause I got hip-hop in my soul

One day it'll be my occupation

I got to tell myself that

'Cause otherwise the doubt

Starts creeping in

But, I really have no reason

To believe in him

So I keep it going

Flowing with the seasoning

When I rap like this

I'm just teasing him

'Cause I know deep down

In my soul

That the whole world's going to go nuts, yup when I blow up

The number one rapper with Belizean skin, ay

Doesn't matter what color

I just want to make a rap

To get my head out the gutter

And I be doing it the fluidest

Got nothing to mutter

I rap proudly

'Cause I'm like no other

I stil m-m-m-m- make it sound

F-f-f-f-fresh even if I stutter

I'll take a swing at it

No putter

So smooth

I can't believe it's not butter

(Oof)

Pitter patter

When I'm getting at her

Get a ladder

If you want to climb with me

When I rhyme you'll see

Why I'm getting madder

Every single day

That I don't rap

I'm like, oh snap

Yo, what am I doing

I got to give you the fluidest

'Cause I don't want to ruin this

It's the rootinest tootinest

Yeah, I'd be the stupidest

If I wasted this

I know way too well

What complacent is

So I got to be grinding

I really want to be shining

I put a lot of my time in

I'm going hard like a diamond

It's my only assignment

Put the stars in alignment

Spitting bars in my car

Just to practice my rhyming

Mind going so fast

I'm so fresh man

Some of y'all got no class

I'm my best man

When it making dope raps

That's what I'm all about

Got to get this out

'Cause I'm one of the best

No doubt

And ten months later I'm back to writing this

Still got the passion I can't be fighting this

I'm a pro at procrastinating

I just tell myself that I have the patience

Listen to my raps, now that's amazing

Got the heat, got the fire

Set the place ablaze when

I get into it, spitting fluid

Intricate, I rip into it

Finish it, I did it, but I do it like I didn't do it

Listening to music ain't as good as when I dip into it

Proving I can do it like the greatest, I'll make it

I'm taking my time

Or am I just making excuses

I'm a student to the music

Got the youthful exuberance

And I'm shooting for the moon, since I'll be a star anyway

Rap better than me

I can take you on any day

And eight months later I'm back again to finish it

The beat's my remedy

When my energy's diminishing

I need the music

I really got to do this

When I see improvement

Is when I stop losing

Faith in me

The hate in me

Is basically

What's making me

Mistakenly

Be fake when he

Could make it, see

'Cause if I'm being real

I know I'm a great MC

But, lately I've been lazy

Got too much vacancy

In my schedule

And it's taking me

Too long to make songs

I'm chasing dreams

But, what if I'm wrong

I'm wasting time

I take my time

When I should be making rhymes

I wish it was easy as abc

But, not for me

Will I make it

You'll have to wait and see