Just a Kid
Snapback on my head, Nikes on my feet.
Everywhere I go I make sure my kicks look neat.
Always looking fresh when i’m walking down the street.
Never on the bench i’m always balling on my feet.
Anyone you ask can say i’m always wearing Oregon.
Straight back from the Rose Bowl and you know their bound to soar again.
I stay true to my team. Winning is the plot but school spirit is the theme.
Football is my passion, writing raps is my dream.
Writing out my bars is a way of letting off my steam.
No i’m not the best yet, but music is like life, what you give is what you get.
Truthfully, i’m not a rowdy guy. I don’t go to parties and I don’t get high.
I like to just stay home on the couch and relax.
Listen to music while I write out some tracks.
Working on my rhymes until their sharper than tacks.
Dreaming of Lambroghini’s, Bugatti’s, and Maybach’s.
I just want to be known, so i’ll rap until I join Jay-Z on the throne.
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