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Now I'm rappin' and my friends tryna rap like me, come on
No I wasn't fuckin' raised in the streets
But I still had it hard, lil youngin couldn't sleep at all
I had my face hidden under the sheets
Never thought that I could be loud
Now I yelling over beats, la da
I'm chasing dreams while I'm grinning my teeth
Said fuck the world, feed it beans
Learned that from an Eminem song
Thinking back when I listen to Mac
Packin' to Pac, laid my head back
Letting my head bop
RIP to the greatest of all
Without his work I would have never evolved into rap god

Damn, that weed smells nice
I just need a smoke, it'll be the brink of my night
Maybe even wine, with a steak on a plate
With a pile of potatoes cooked right by my mom
Staying up late, never setting my alarm
I don't need to wake for a job, fuck nah
I just write it down and I spit it on a daw
All these fuckin' songs sound like la da da da
Yeah laid back, let my head ball
Keep on thinking till my head strong
But I don't really know what's going on
But I'm back on the truth now

I laid my head back, let it ball
Keep on thinking till my head strong
Never backed down
Got my head in the clouds now
Look up

Yeah laid back, let my head ball
Keep on thinking till my head strong
But I don't really know what's going on
But I'm back on the truth now
I laid my head back, let it ball
Keep on thinking till my head strong
Never backed down
Got my head in the clouds now
Look up

Now I'm rappin' and my friends tryna rap like me, come on
No I wasn't fuckin' raised in the streets
But I still had it hard, lil youngin couldn't sleep at all
I had my face hidden under the sheets
Never thought that I could be loud
Now I yelling over beats, la da
I'm chasing dreams while I'm grinning my teeth
Said fuck the world, feed it beans
Learned that from an Eminem song
Thinking back when I listen to Mac
Packin' to Pac, laid my head back
Letting my head bop
RIP to the greatest of all
Without his work I would have never evolved into rap god

Damn, that weed smells nice
I just need a smoke, it'll be the brink of my night
Maybe even wine, with a steak on a plate
With a pile of potatoes cooked right by my mom
Staying up late, never setting my alarm
I don't need to wake for a job, fuck nah
I just write it down and I spit it on a daw
All these fuckin' songs sound like la da da da
Yeah laid back, let my head ball
Keep on thinking till my head strong
But I don't really know what's going on
But I'm back on the truth now
I laid my head back, let it ball
Keep on thinking till my head strong
Never backed down
Got my head in the clouds now
Look up