What's the matter with you, boy
They won't let me go no black ops
They say I'm too little
And no one ever lets you do anything when you're too little
Ah, fool it
Are you happy
Yeah
Uh-huh
Count me in
Count me out
But no countin' me out
I don't pout for the clout
Just payin' for my vouch
Torie spend five bands on a brand new couch
Only right, I slide it back in a pouch
You battle tears, they open your mouth
The only rapper born in the middle
Clarence Woodard whistle
Flatter him with a fiddle
Then hit Miss Thelma for some sour skittles
We ain't go to the same candy lady
You're not my nigga
You ain't even been to Zola's, nigga
Ty Trip shot tweeted, he ain't a soldier, nigga
That was the first time the news came to the hood
On the back street, D-Dot taught me the goods
The first college I attended was in the hood
Like a southern jaguar out of Baton Rouge
Hard to make it in the hood when you rap misunderstood
The little engine that could
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can
The other day, my mama called me a man
Another way, not the pots and the pans
You're wearing hoochie daddy shorts
I wear the pants
Never needed the advance
And the HBCU still funded by the man
And I hate to see you go in the can
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can
Free trip with Pop to LA
I've been a rapper, man
Wale came up and shook our hand
Like Fredo did
Foof respect, a lil' man
If I had Moss height, I'd still be playing
If I had Moss height, I'd still be playing
50 got frostbite when I gave him the hands
But it's real name Jordan, man
I respect steel toes, but I'm a Jordan man
These nubs still toes, I'm a standing man
Worked at Roy O. Martin, but I'm a Boise man
That's where I keep it at
Up at 5 for work
Where you creeping at
Write a track then eat some apple jacks
It's a fact, I was born to rap
Now rap is reborn
A quicker turnover than porn
Still working the right arm
At the trailride drinking in booms form
The only one Justin Boone didn't bully in second grade
He used to steal Katie Ruth money and give it to me
Still don't understand it fully
Too small to be a bully
Little engine that could
I'm pulling
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Blow the top up
I'm a thinking man
I thought I could
I thought I could
I thought I could
Keep it real and make it sound good
I'm about to blow that shit sound good
If I say it, I think that I can do it
First high, wasn't bombing fluid
Now my mind fluid
These rhymes flowing through it
Wish Ty Trip didn't do it
Cause he was Malcolm's influence
The news didn't even come
Al called KPLC
Honor my son Death
You honor how we run
If you sell fentanyl
You a f*cking chump
Bet you won't meet me on the hump
Think I play with my nose
How I bump
I looked up the hump
10th grade foster taught me how to dunk
Walking around the hood
In the pumps
Sacrifice my knees just to take this jump
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Now I have to move to Denver to be a mountain man
The little engine that could
I thought I could
I thought I could
I thought I could
The little engine that could
The little engine that could
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English
What's the matter with you, boy
They won't let me go no black ops
They say I'm too little
And no one ever lets you do anything when you're too little
Ah, fool it
Are you happy
Yeah
Uh-huh
Count me in
Count me out
But no countin' me out
I don't pout for the clout
Just payin' for my vouch
Torie spend five bands on a brand new couch
Only right, I slide it back in a pouch
You battle tears, they open your mouth
The only rapper born in the middle
Clarence Woodard whistle
Flatter him with a fiddle
Then hit Miss Thelma for some sour skittles
We ain't go to the same candy lady
You're not my nigga
You ain't even been to Zola's, nigga
Ty Trip shot tweeted, he ain't a soldier, nigga
That was the first time the news came to the hood
On the back street, D-Dot taught me the goods
The first college I attended was in the hood
Like a southern jaguar out of Baton Rouge
Hard to make it in the hood when you rap misunderstood
The little engine that could
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can
The other day, my mama called me a man
Another way, not the pots and the pans
You're wearing hoochie daddy shorts
I wear the pants
Never needed the advance
And the HBCU still funded by the man
And I hate to see you go in the can
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can
Free trip with Pop to LA
I've been a rapper, man
Wale came up and shook our hand
Like Fredo did
Foof respect, a lil' man
If I had Moss height, I'd still be playing
If I had Moss height, I'd still be playing
50 got frostbite when I gave him the hands
But it's real name Jordan, man
I respect steel toes, but I'm a Jordan man
These nubs still toes, I'm a standing man
Worked at Roy O. Martin, but I'm a Boise man
That's where I keep it at
Up at 5 for work
Where you creeping at
Write a track then eat some apple jacks
It's a fact, I was born to rap
Now rap is reborn
A quicker turnover than porn
Still working the right arm
At the trailride drinking in booms form
The only one Justin Boone didn't bully in second grade
He used to steal Katie Ruth money and give it to me
Still don't understand it fully
Too small to be a bully
Little engine that could
I'm pulling
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Blow the top up
I'm a thinking man
I thought I could
I thought I could
I thought I could
Keep it real and make it sound good
I'm about to blow that shit sound good
If I say it, I think that I can do it
First high, wasn't bombing fluid
Now my mind fluid
These rhymes flowing through it
Wish Ty Trip didn't do it
Cause he was Malcolm's influence
The news didn't even come
Al called KPLC
Honor my son Death
You honor how we run
If you sell fentanyl
You a f*cking chump
Bet you won't meet me on the hump
Think I play with my nose
How I bump
I looked up the hump
10th grade foster taught me how to dunk
Walking around the hood
In the pumps
Sacrifice my knees just to take this jump
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Now I have to move to Denver to be a mountain man
The little engine that could
I thought I could
I thought I could
I thought I could
The little engine that could
The little engine that could
They won't let me go no black ops
They say I'm too little
And no one ever lets you do anything when you're too little
Ah, fool it
Are you happy
Yeah
Uh-huh
Count me in
Count me out
But no countin' me out
I don't pout for the clout
Just payin' for my vouch
Torie spend five bands on a brand new couch
Only right, I slide it back in a pouch
You battle tears, they open your mouth
The only rapper born in the middle
Clarence Woodard whistle
Flatter him with a fiddle
Then hit Miss Thelma for some sour skittles
We ain't go to the same candy lady
You're not my nigga
You ain't even been to Zola's, nigga
Ty Trip shot tweeted, he ain't a soldier, nigga
That was the first time the news came to the hood
On the back street, D-Dot taught me the goods
The first college I attended was in the hood
Like a southern jaguar out of Baton Rouge
Hard to make it in the hood when you rap misunderstood
The little engine that could
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can
The other day, my mama called me a man
Another way, not the pots and the pans
You're wearing hoochie daddy shorts
I wear the pants
Never needed the advance
And the HBCU still funded by the man
And I hate to see you go in the can
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can
Free trip with Pop to LA
I've been a rapper, man
Wale came up and shook our hand
Like Fredo did
Foof respect, a lil' man
If I had Moss height, I'd still be playing
If I had Moss height, I'd still be playing
50 got frostbite when I gave him the hands
But it's real name Jordan, man
I respect steel toes, but I'm a Jordan man
These nubs still toes, I'm a standing man
Worked at Roy O. Martin, but I'm a Boise man
That's where I keep it at
Up at 5 for work
Where you creeping at
Write a track then eat some apple jacks
It's a fact, I was born to rap
Now rap is reborn
A quicker turnover than porn
Still working the right arm
At the trailride drinking in booms form
The only one Justin Boone didn't bully in second grade
He used to steal Katie Ruth money and give it to me
Still don't understand it fully
Too small to be a bully
Little engine that could
I'm pulling
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Blow the top up
I'm a thinking man
I thought I could
I thought I could
I thought I could
Keep it real and make it sound good
I'm about to blow that shit sound good
If I say it, I think that I can do it
First high, wasn't bombing fluid
Now my mind fluid
These rhymes flowing through it
Wish Ty Trip didn't do it
Cause he was Malcolm's influence
The news didn't even come
Al called KPLC
Honor my son Death
You honor how we run
If you sell fentanyl
You a f*cking chump
Bet you won't meet me on the hump
Think I play with my nose
How I bump
I looked up the hump
10th grade foster taught me how to dunk
Walking around the hood
In the pumps
Sacrifice my knees just to take this jump
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
Now I have to move to Denver to be a mountain man
The little engine that could
I thought I could
I thought I could
I thought I could
The little engine that could
The little engine that could
Writer: Cortland Bello
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