Tryna Be A Rapper

Man, I love it when they be like, «oh you tryna be a rapper?»
Like I haven’t been beat snappin' since way back when I was in seventh grade
Makin' ‘em levitate, I have been light on my feet when I elevate
I am a featherweight, I do not box, but I been outside of it, now let a rapper
demonstrate
Watch a white boy unheard from the burbs that think absurd get the very last
word
Anybody that has seen me with the CD believe or they gettin' kicked to the curb
And I got a lot of passion in my voice, when I start rappin', I feel like Royce
I have been practicin' ever since I got that beat tape that he made,
my brother White Noyes
This be a verbal ambulance siren soundin', I fire rounds while I’m accountin'
I sit at my desk in the cubicle and day dream of bein' in the studio
I got a new control, but I lose control and go stupido with Lil' Uzi flow
I maneuver through all these hoolie hoops to find life that’s beautiful,
yeah I am…
The money in the mattress, I will, file all your taxes
I do this and that, and then I double back, there’s a method to my madness
I’m so, effortless with rappin', I have, such a mellow accent
I can, talk about my passion, and relate to ‘em all around the atlas
Man, I be the storytellin' Magellan, no matter which way that my ship be sailin'
But then again, I could flip that lifestyle right now to split ya BNY Mellon
I’m just, chillin' back in my office chair, in a shirt and tie lookin' at the
numbers
Sittin' on a skill that’s so defined, that you have to wonder where I’m at this
summer
Drop the needle like acupuncture, I cash the jumper, the one of a kind product
I will Terrell Owens your hoe, then, get thrown for unsportsmanlike conduct