Just another 90's kid with a pocket full of dreams, wondering , what would it mean if I ever make it big?
See I'm sick.
See I'm back up on this microphone
See me make the records in a second then I'm hella gone.
I mean my mama told me,
"it's never getting better"
I'm not the only child.
You see me working cause I prolly wanna see her smile.
I got dreams to move out to California.
The trepidations got me caught up in this paranoia.
Gotta get this money even.
Back on my craft I'm weavin,
And strapping to fight these demons.
Packing my bags I'm leaving.
I'm day-dreaming about money machinen, believe meh.
The same evening, I'm back and I'm fienin, conceited.
Fuck yo weak rhymes, throw the peace sign, in a Nissan 98.
Take you back to 98.
They can never duplicate, my mind is like a dictionary.
I put your favorite rappers back in the Obituaries.
A lyrical assassin, A maniac in action.
The shit that they can't imagine.
They posing like beauty pageants.
It's magic, and I hope you get the memo.
Round the same time when I hit you with the demo.
Keith :
La la la la laaaaa
The gimmicks now we kill em with the remix
La la la la la
Life's a bitch and then you die, die.
La la la la laaaa
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete.
La la la la la
The the the 90s the the the 90s kids.
James
Ay yo Wonder you can kick your feet up.
Rapping, I'm so conceited.
Shopping in Venice, we balling like its every season.
Its contemplated tell a brother yea we got this.
Drop quick cause even a red light couldn't stop this.
Insane at it, leave em with brain damage.
Now picture Biggie and Pac, Im from the same fabric.
Just tell em James has it, and don't you ever wonder.
Everyday is Ramadan, can't you hear my hunger?
Nazareth's savage i am stabbing these bastards with raps that can fracture and damage in hazardous manners.
They say I'm next, i told em ain't it obvious?
I do it big, bitch I'm feeling so Notorious.
Hungry till the point that my ribs aches.
Soon I promise you gon catch me on a big stage
Im on my prime with a serious jest
Hilarious they can't touch me like I'm Elliot Ness
Keith :
La la la la laaaaa
The gimmicks now we kill em with the remix
La la la la la
Life's a bitch and then you die, die.
La la la la laaaa
And the Nikes on my feet keep my cipher complete.
La la la la la
The the the 90s the the the 90s kids.