They call me Mari growing up I'm still young only twelve I'm coming at you with my beats and rhymes and I'm not in a booth I'm at home in my room chilln and whipping up beats I'm upcoming my mama told me I could be anything I want I chose to do this I got picked on in school I was called fat and ugly even got in fight I had to be silent then but in a few years I'll be selling out crowds ain't been to high school im still in the seventh grade homeschooled I haven't peaked my potential I set my self back by not wanting to pick up a paper and pencil Chorus: I'm finna be litty litty lit lit lit lit cuz I'm a kid lit lit lit lit lit yeahwgcznns man v dngejngengn32tsgnefjwfhtwwbcsnsfhfw