Rap Royalty
[Verse 1]
People are the victims that the radio robs
I had to use this beat again for the sake of a nod
To when we recorded with a phone at that run-down park
Just a couple kids trynna leave their mark
Cause I try and sleep at night but my mind declines
Like who am I impressing with these overused lines?
I know my way around but I’m still feeling lost
& im thinking to myself of opportunity cost
Think I’d feel better if responsibilities dropped
I’d get to live the dream that the younger me bought
I know I’m my mind that I don’t have an answer
My mother keeps calling but I tend not to answer
She’s looking for a son that she no longer has
Who found his own home in a pen and a pad
The untold story of a kid who ain’t recover
& who made his first song in the middle of the summer
The beat was all it took to be seeing in color
& I’m looking to the wall “we can use this as the cover.”
The song’s long gone but the memory remains
It had been so long since he broke out of his lane
Regret the way I did it cause I should’ve done more
Cause with all the raps I wrote this my book of war
We’ll see how long you last cause I’m hard to ignore
& I’m sure I’m up ahead but really who’s keeping score?
Oh that’s right, me, aiming for rap royalty
That’s why I only work with some real MC’s
Meaning me, myself, and I cause we always agree
Like my last name’s Kiddo, on a killing spree
I do this cause I have to like I’m my own therapist
Too much etiquette or full on arrogance
So if you’re one to criticize then please be delicate
They may be just raps but the pen is my surrogate
Saying how to do it better, you ain’t ever done shit
You can get your own mic and we’ll see what you can spit
& you can take it home if it’ll help you get far
But ain’t nobody gonna bump your diss track in their car
At least I know Erik will probably play this in his car
So if you try and play my part then you best restart
I’m running this shit like when I was running with Gabe
& he always ran faster, he can have that race
Cause now I have my own and I know my pace
I know what lies behind me and I know what I chase
& so I write a sequel to my first messtape
I hope to keep going till it all cascades
Cause what I think about is what my life contains
& the thing that scares me most might be my own age
I’m only 19 what will I be at 27?
Will I leave any impressions after studio sessions?
Reflections in the mirror reflect the things that I’ve mentioned?
Life has its rules could I prove an exception?
Rap has its parameters, profesional amateurs
Fill your own calendar, be more than a passenger
Surpass the competition and the industry managers
Never slept on with society’s lavender
The art is worth living for, impact’ll cost your life
So before you go decide be sure to check on what you buy
Cause you can’t cure anything, you only shed a light
Cause art is like bringing your own knife to a gun fight
You make it for yourself and let your audience decide
If you wanna be immortal then first you have to die
[Outro]