I blow trees, can you feel the breeze?
It's going through The Town from the west to the east.
and I spit it all with ease, and I do what I please.
all I do is smoke with Luis and spit on dope beats.
Otherwise if I didn't, I probably wouldn't spit it.
It's the HideandSeekZoo and your mom fucks wid it.
So I gotta live it up and no longer give a fuck.
I'm tryna find my way up, way before I get stuck.
Get off the bitch hype, C'mon guys I'm a nice guy.
Rap and wear beanies, watch my life pass me by.
But i keep it basic, and smoke weed that's laced with
the need to get my shit together, find my dream and chase it
Got a "Fuck it" mentality, it's all the rap in me.
It must've been the music, I swear to god it has to be.
and if it wasn't I don't know, I'm lost and got nowhere to go.
So I make that shit into music in order to feed my soul.
Yo middle finger up to anything you gotta say.
Spend my time making a soundtrack for the rest of your days.
I write rhymes then rhymes right? Yeah and that's that.
It's that Passion, Weed, and Fatcaps and we don't give a rat's ass
about anyone... as long as you're their for me.
Sit down and listen to all of my life stories.
I write raps in class next to people who fucking bore me.
Livin' life sittin back, with no worries.
and that's the way it is, and its never going to change back.
But this is life huh? And I hate that.
The way I get my hopes and get pulled by gravity.
I'm trying to live it happily, even if you're mad at me.
and before it gets the best of me, these raps will be the death of me.
It's me against the world huh? So fuck a referee.
and when you get to see the other side of this fence.
you'll see the grass is always greener and it won't make any sense
So fuck a mis-deamenor , life's a bitch, i haven't seen her.
She's the host of this party and no one will get to meet her.
and that's a shame, cos nowadays things ain't the same.
I remember back in the day, the only difference was our name.
and now it's old school beats and that bomb sticky green.
Just a mexican teen, that's tryna chase is fucking dream.
I get a little closer with a every song I make.
I only get one shot but that's one that I'll take.
I gotta lot to say and I got a lot to see.
I'm 16 years old, that's as young as i can be.
Not getting any younger, just a little close to death.
and the fact that i'll be gone still takes away my breath.
and just incase you didn't know, I really like to flow.
and I know I'll be spitting 'till it's my time to go.
and that goes to show, all of my dedication.
From the dro that I be blazin', tryna reach my destination.
and it's really amazin when people tell me that I can make it.
Keep it real and never fake it, see my chance and then I take it.
All i got it is this music and you cant take that away.
and I'll keep the tracks comin' 'till there's nothing i can say.