I jot schemes to hot beats, then ride them like jockeys. Will kill this, get ready to do an autopsy. Hyped to rhyme honestly, it’s like I’m on coffee. Enthusiasm will not cease. Rap’s more than a hobby. It’s my desired dosh stream. No, not smoking pot weed. Just ambitious, got dreams average joes can not see. My skills are godly. When peeps come across me they’ll listen ‘til I’ve got streams topping Fonsi’s top piece. Never felt this strongly about what I wanna be. Straining on the lead like the Rott dog breed to hop on the mic and blow off steam. My bars are not weak, I never rhyme softly. Solid as concrete, paving way on streets. Mission’s never complete. I live to drop heat. Jaw locks on schemes like I’ve got long teeth. Then I roll with it, like when crocs eat. Yo, just a nobody that wants to be somebody as long as I’ve got a body. Wanna stop me? Pop me! Blast my cap off of me because I’ll not flee even if you mock me. My spirit, you will not seize. My chances were slim, now they’re getting stocky. Won’t stop this, sorry, ‘cause I’ve not peaked. I know I’ve got potential that I’ve not reached. I can’t be successful if I do not beat demons that have blocked me and knocked me off feet. This is a solo battle. Family, friends, colleagues squads, teams and posses can’t spot me, got beef with a part of me not seen, unless you go and chop me. Can’t let demons squash me. Making a racket to swat these fiends like despondency that rob me of glee. Wanna pull off the feat of breaking in the hip-hop scene to be empowered, not a coward, when life tries to sock me. Bound to have doubters say “You’ll probably flop G. The pursuit’s too costly, you should quit promptly.” Honestly, you’ve lost me. That advice does not lead to anything except regrets and lots of grief. Yo, just a nobody that wants to be somebody as long as I’ve got a body. Wanna stop me? Pop me! Blast my cap off of me because I’ll not flee, even if you mock me. My spirit, you will not seize.