Little Kid

Little kid said he wanna make music But nobody's there to help him Somebody go and help him Made him think that he was deluded For wanting to make ten mill' before he hits his twenties Little kid, how do you do this? How do you hope for better things? How do you keep your head still? Little kid, you could star a movie 'Cause it's more than interesting This fucked up life that you live Little kid, little kid, will you ever get well-known? Little kid, little kid, you can't do it all alone A thousand songs in my book, but no money to make 'em Let me take you on a journey, you gon' have to have that patience They think shit's sweet, 'cause my music's different, um, okay then Just don't let this english shit fool you, bitch I'm still Jamaican I'm like NASA Trynna reach for way out stars And you can tell by these bars I'm really giving it my all All this hatred in my heart And only cash can pour it out Money like the mafia The contracts, I won't go that route I can never move up in life, I'm stuck in this traffic Full of stocks like nasdaq, I ain't talking 'bout assets Calm ass nigga but if you run up you gon' catch this Abracadabra bitch, summoned the CZ and watched him backflip Little kid said he wanna make music But nobody's there to help him Somebody go and help him Made him think that he was deluded For wanting to make ten mill' before he hits his twenties Little kid, how do you do this? How do you hope for better things? How do you keep your head still? Little kid, you could star a movie 'Cause it's more than interesting This fucked up life that you live Little kid, little kid, will you ever get well-known? Little kid, little kid, you can't do it all alone For thou shall not be cynical These lyrics getting biblical Head is still spinning like I just got out the liquor store Wondering when's my funeral? Sorry, that's a sinner's joke But I've had a sickness for years, and it's been killing slow Maybe too much glycerol Or maybe I eat peas oversoaked Or maybe my body's getting bored and he just feels like shutting off Finally a real ELFEY core Chronicles of being poor Do this for my mama til' the day I end up in the morgue If I told you all my problems, you would make me live in church I'm stuck in a desert where only money quenches thirst Every single new year, it just keeps getting worse Will these conditions kill me, or will I kill them first? Little kid said he wanna... Little kid said he... Little kid said he wanna... Little kid said he... Little kid said he wanna... Little kid said he... Little kid said he wanna... Little kid said he...