17 with a big dream

Just know I’m coming with that baseline And no I ain’t got time And no I don’t ever wanna be signed Yea, I’m making in lryics in a fucking trailer Yea I got a couple pounds from my fucking dealer I told my momma to get the fuck up out the den But she stays in the city that I grew up in Yea it’s a dangerous place they call Scranton But if your gonna make a rap make it about something real And stop making raps about your own sex appeal No one wants to here that trash Or about how you pop seals Make something original instead of talking about some fucking deals And no i ain’t talking about drugs on that Stop with motherfucking wack ass rap From the moment I turned ten I knew had a talent with the pen And fuck your features no I can’t part of them Imma always keep this shit going and no I ain’t no ever going in slow motion And yea I’m happy with my own motions And yea I could do this shit all day of you gave me the chance Know and watch me shoot this bullet and it’s going through your pants I’m only 17 and I’m growing up with a big dream No I ain’t never gonna stop so never try and plead I got my gang with me One of there names is Charlie I hope he’s happy I mentioned his name on a track Fuck with him and you’ll end up in the back of a cab Oh and I forgot to mention with with a busted cap in yo ass