check my flow check my rhythm hold up and listen I'm eighteen I write about what I see I grew up without love my whole life I was shoved I grew up rough I was beat everyday got home there was a price to pay when I was six I was raped sometimes I feel staged I struggle with depression so I use that aggression I'm almost nineteen but my lyrics are clean it don't matter I'm on the scene I was writing since twelve that's all I did nothing else I was put into foster care went to homes didn't know where now I'm writing in my room I'll do this till I go in a tomb this music in my blood I dare u go ahead judge I only grew from my past i knew it wasn't gonna last I'll do this till I die promise it's no lie this is my hobby my flow may be choppy but other people don't copy uI'm being the only one hold up not done they call me young bruno I can rap more than a burrito I'm fast like a torpedo