Im in motion, young so yoga
Th@ Kid kicking raps, yall kicking it on the sofa
Man, please just stop the debating
Ive been rapping since who knows and been seen vacations
See the days that I played sick to get off school
I was locked inside my room, letting my box boom
Go boom, little box, go spin my rap tunes
Let me jot down the lyrics and rap em like rappers do
Hes a, young scholar but the troubles still inside of him
Said all the teachers at the meeting and then I started hollering
Fuck every principal, I know you hear me
Said it wouldnt work out for Th@ Kid, now you see me
You read me? Tell me if I aint coming clearly
Ill gladly fly back home to make sure you hear me
Im the, troubled young man, dropped out from Howell High
But the same old jumper that you know is how high
Im in motion, fuck you David, no pants on me, thats what I feel like, Im wearing shorts but I got no pants on my mind
Spin them funky old raps! Now, rip!
Im just gonna keep going so you have to hold it there
Not saying anything, nah Im just kidding