Imma be taking my shots ‘cause I’m open
52 week making songs, yeah I’m ballin’
Keenbean with the back beat while I’m flowin’
Empty cart, grinding flowers, I’ll be packing

Yup! It’s me! how did I realize that within me is a
Songwriting savant and he rhymes
Hey, I’ll be trying this rapping thing just to see
If The Mind is a Terrible thing can be anything
I wanna be with my homies right beside me
When I’m lonely

I’ve got everything to get me by
To get me high, don’t make me cry
I’m teary-eyed, don’t bleed me dry
Don’t let me die, I’m dead inside
I’m left behind, I am too kind
To push aside the things that I
Perceive as lies

I’m trying rapping for a change
Unless this gets too corny
I’m trying rapping for a change
Just cause I haven’t done it yet

And I’ll continue to rhyme
‘Til this song runs out of time
There’s no denying that I’m
Too good at this music thing
Forget the bling
What matters is I done did it
In two minutes and some change
The range of my talent is overwhelming
Delving into genres I have no business in
The verdict’s in, I’m here to win
Like fish with fin, a rolling pin
The dog, aspin, the cat, puspin
Manok, chicken, Olympian,
Gold medal and I’m on
The pedestal, the chemical
No words at all, I pay the toll
To the troll to get into the boy’s soul

Yeah it’s not yet over and I’m flowing
Career’s like a flower and it’s growing
Meat and potatoes in the pot and I’m stewing
Coffee grinds and hot water, yeah I’m brewing