Verse 1    G-G-G-G-G- ..  Forget that  I don't need a clique  I can handle gettin a stack  My content can get my demo sent  To the nearest hip hop tent  With a contract filled with dollas and cents  You know the type of rap  Where you just write it down  And not even think about it  Because your always gonna dream about it  I line my verses down on paper  And knock them down on the mic  I instigate rap because there's always  Bound to be a fight  I wanna tear the mic  And then sharpen my lyrical nails  And i need the money and fame  Without doing any bails  My reaction to beef can trigger  When the tension gets bigger  When the snakes slither  And the flowers start to wither  Ya im too young for the game  But it still needs me  Like a baby and his mother  Im not like the others  Im straight up truthful  You straight up not useful  I spit till there's none left  That's the same thing as sayin i spit till my death    Verse 2    I don't have to be seen  To get known  And that's what's happenin  Everyone chattin bout me even  Through phones  Holmes  I just can't wait until  I make it, break it  And then forsake it  Hide money in a stash  'cause kids after my cash  I strike twice,  The first one will blind ya  Change the way you think about me  Even the way you look at me  The second one will bind ya  Prevent you from beatin me  Allow you to lose to me  Its that easy  My flow aint though  Takes time but not any dough  Priceless like a good relationship  You wanna contemplate  Of my fate  Ill seal you in a crate  Making you hate  An making you debate  Im a blast from the past  And a present from the future  I can set you in the right  Environment that can suit ya     Verse 3    Yo, i be creatin music  In a new fashion  We in a new class an'  It don't matter what city we in  We still keep crowds packin  A rappers dream is similiar  To ice cream  Tastes good when it lasts but  Runs out quite fast  Im breakin it down  Play by play  Explaining how i  Integrate rap  Day by day  Don't need no thug essence  My true presence  Lies within my sentences  No need to jump fences  I jump over mic cables  Havin a hard time  Gettin my raps stable  If i had the cash  I would build up a stash  To buy time, so i could rhyme  An not only stay on the grind  I need to build up infamous stories  That exist in reality  Try not to get mad at me  When the red carpet on your screen  And the headline says, "im mean,lean, gettin tha green"