Ever since I was a kid I wanted to make it big
Daydreamin in calculus with a blank look on my face
I never thought I'd be a rapper
Those guys on tv spit faster
But I found my niche, that fuckin ish
Now I'm writin songs and Biggie's my bitch, what?
Did you think my only song would be about marijuana?
I'm ripping rhymes so ragged call me lord hip hop piranha
I'm the sickest playa, slickest sprayer
Mister mysterious mayor
Rule the town the state the world
My staff my throne my crown my pearl
I'll destroy the earth in a motherfucking whirl
I'll only save some puppies and a lil baby girl
Make friends with Martians and extra terrestrials
While you look for a scrap that you can call your next meal
Livin the high life while yours is almost over
Chillin in the solar system like my name was Mars Rover
Poof! With my magic I will fly above the rubble
I'll be soarin so high you cannot see me without Hubble
My rap game is real strong, I'm a damn near poet
I know the outcome of my flow though my face doesn't show it
If you think it's not the truth, then you better check yo health
Cause lying is a virus and it wrote this rap myself

Cause I'm a rapper
I'm a fucking rapper
And I can spit it faster
Cause I'm a fucking master

H-Money first showed up with a song about blunts
But my life is not a smoke fest, I wrote that song for fun
I'm more than just some drug, fluctuating in my skull
I don't rap when I'm blasted I rap when I'm fasting fantastical plants that'll end in a buzz
Sipping that hard stuff-Diet Dr. Pepper
Curled up in my hoodie, I'm not cool I'm just a leper
Clumsy clodded stepper like a middle school formal
Never liked school dances cause that shit just ain't normal
Rejected every year since I turned 13
Watching Netflix in my snuggie while the cool kids smoked weed
"H-Money rollin blunts" never smoked a dub
The real me is a skinny teen who's just looking for love
A hopeless roman-tic-toc watching clock hands scurry round the top
'Til someone great walks in my life
My best bet is keepin these verses tight
Rock around the clock all night
I'm rhyming keeping the timing right
Blimey guys I'll fight this time
But you know I'm not that kind of guy
Why?

Cause I'm a rapper
I'm a fucking rapper
And I can spit it faster
Cause I'm a fucking master
Yeah, I'm a rapper

I'm back see, and I'm gonna be spitting it rapidly
I'm a rapper, freak I'm H-Money a Wize ass cracking backs you see
A lyrical assassin with his seat buckle unfastened.
A black MC's got nothin on this cheesy bread's delivery
You fall when I kick you like a row of rapper dominoes
I'm not cashing checks or doing drugs or fucking all them hoes
I am just a kid but my age does not affect my flow
You may have Two Chainz but I got the whole treasure homes.
I record when I'm home alone
My raps my parents don't condone
I spit it loud with windows down so all the hood hear my tone
I am not a one trick pony
Honin' Holden like a phony
People say my dope's bologna
But Taylor Ham is what I'm rollin
On my Sandwiches, from the Trackside Deli
No need for marijuana when you got roast beef and gravy
The suburbs are amazing, everybody knows my face
I pretend I'm famous on the a-list
Honor role ballin in my parents basement
Someday maybe I will make it
But right now I'm happy fakin
Thank you to the fans and family and the deli's breakfast bacon
Bacon is not overrated, get the fuck out all you haters
That had nothing to do with the song but it doesn't matter cause I'm the fucking one who made it

I'm a rapper