When I reach for the pen and paper, and begin to write/

Do I write about what’s right or mainstream it to tight/

One brings fame while the other brings respect/

I guess the only way to impress is to show intellect/

Every time I sketch songs, I tend to make them extravagant/

Above the efficient and away from maleficent/

Towards the morality to make you a better person/

Who knew Hip Hop could take a turn to this version/

I see music with cursing about twerking and jerking/

Then claim it to all that they made it from hardworking/

Its an easy route to become a big hit wonder/

But once that trend ceases, watch the popularity plunder/

Then back to my status, oh the places you’ll go/

The stories of how you blew all your earnings from one show/

Now take a rest kid and go plug in my microphone/

Imma show you how big this young rapper has grown/