92

Lyrics

1992 born. I'm a Rugrat Somebody tell Patty, this is my Doug rap Flowing for the best side, oh yeah, I does that I'm a rough ride rollin' with no hubcaps I'mma make it I ain't sure what He's really got planned But I promised I would put it in my living God's hands So I, let go, and put it in rest mode When I cut it back on, I was playin God's jams Mama named me after a king, so I'mma be one Daddy told me be an original, not a rerun Nana said get rid of the ego, 'cause you don't need one So when it come to competition, I don't really see none I ain't gotta flourish, I'm only tryna encourage Lookit! I've got a purpose, it's sitting under my surface These old souls thinking that what I do is a circus So I'mma have they grandsons krumpin in these churches Yeah! That boy Joey is on a roll Black boy, young, motivated to save souls Always had (the) passion, I just changed goals Skinny jeans with the Chucks, still wearing the same clothes I don't worry if they try to attack me, boy I know one guy always ready to back me, boy I'm too smooth like a Backstreet Boy You can hate it or love it, Helga Pataki, boy I'm still rolling with the squad, riding with the saints Me and Josh tryna get a meal up on the plate Me and God on the agenda when I awake Got an album to record, too busy to take a break! I know I'm not too busy to read the word But it's far too easy to be swerved Gotta stand firm, no matter what occurs Been a champ since birth, '92, March 3rd Waddup Been a champ since birth, waddup? 92, March 3rd, Waddup? Feelin' good, feelin' great Feelin' great, feelin good How are you? Aye, stop talking homie, do us a favor You ain't the alpha, you ain't even the Kenny Omega You been talkin' that hatred, tryna say we ain't able I encourage the nation, you just saying what's fatal My bro Gen won 20k in a competition Told him people gon come around that was often missing I hit him up and I told him in that second If they hit the inbox, don't even look at the message I took a typical formula, did it my way And I embolden every lyric that I say I searched for my purpose, and found that Joyfully, I rap, mattering while Black Banging that boom bap while I'm riding in a Civic The cloud that was always around is now lifted Anytime you ask what I'm up to next Know that I'mma keep fighting 'til I take my last breath True Gold