I'm a kid, trying to rhyme It's a waste of both of our time You shouldn't hear this, it deserves to leave me People givin' me positive feedback, they tryna deceive me I make my music bad that's all on purpose On the surface, I'm just another social media rapper But inside, I got real talent, waiting to shine I have the perfect design, nine shining spines define the meaning of greatness, I'm gettin' impatient My plan for success has no patent, knownness is absent from me What happened was that, I liked to listen to rap at the age of five I said, I want to do this, and followed that till now, slightly deprived of social skills, more focused on vocal hills of achievement Learnt how to write, I felt a delight inside me, YouTube videos guided me, I could do it! Quite a sight of two four fingered frights Writing, for the length of the day Gained strength in some sort of way