He was a loudmouthed opinionated little kid
He kept his nose up in his books and other peoples business
At a young age he had aclaimations to gain knowledge
Takin notice that this was the most logical realm to power
Always bustin out facts in conversation when they relevant
But mostly people thought the kid was sellin it
Thought that he was up to somethin
What a f*ckin smartass
What's this kid gettin at
Why he even talkin that
I was in elementary school
Preppin me for high school
High school was preppin me for college
But if its not college
Ya gotta get a job bitch
And what the hell a job get?
Well a job gets you paid
So at that point im sittin here like f*ck the 12th grade
I got homies in the streets makin dollas off of eighths
Either in jail, gettin paid, or overdosin H
Don't matter what the path you take they'll say its a mistake
And i'll always be that kid that never learned to know his place
Off the metronome
Ima get it on my own pace
They say a lotta things and sometimes its just to taunt ya
Im sick of living life by their double entendres
A penny saved aint nothing new I already done had a cent
People like to live a lie and outlandishly lavish it
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
Except all of that bullshit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
Except handlin business
I was loudmouthed opinionated lil kid
Ever since i can remember i aint never gave a shit
Wit my hat cocked to the side and my laces in my kicks
Always makin noise and arguing with people's parents
Skippin class to smoke some weed n shit
Headphones on they beatin kid
My raps were never read like my notebook was illerate
I would look up to the greatest and have dreams about destroying them
I studied all they lyrics like a hip hop historian
I would rip they instrumentals spit my writtens over em
I'd burn some extra copies and then hand em out to everyone
Some people would support me
Some people tried to distort me
Some people said tell your story
And I focus on them
So everday im on the grind like i owe it to them
And every line that i scribble im rememberin them
I'm not a hip hop historian no more
Cuz why study it
When you can be the one that they studyin
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
Except all of that bullshit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
Except handlin business
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He was a loudmouthed opinionated little kid
He kept his nose up in his books and other peoples business
At a young age he had aclaimations to gain knowledge
Takin notice that this was the most logical realm to power
Always bustin out facts in conversation when they relevant
But mostly people thought the kid was sellin it
Thought that he was up to somethin
What a f*ckin smartass
What's this kid gettin at
Why he even talkin that
I was in elementary school
Preppin me for high school
High school was preppin me for college
But if its not college
Ya gotta get a job bitch
And what the hell a job get?
Well a job gets you paid
So at that point im sittin here like f*ck the 12th grade
I got homies in the streets makin dollas off of eighths
Either in jail, gettin paid, or overdosin H
Don't matter what the path you take they'll say its a mistake
And i'll always be that kid that never learned to know his place
Off the metronome
Ima get it on my own pace
They say a lotta things and sometimes its just to taunt ya
Im sick of living life by their double entendres
A penny saved aint nothing new I already done had a cent
People like to live a lie and outlandishly lavish it
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
Except all of that bullshit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
Except handlin business
I was loudmouthed opinionated lil kid
Ever since i can remember i aint never gave a shit
Wit my hat cocked to the side and my laces in my kicks
Always makin noise and arguing with people's parents
Skippin class to smoke some weed n shit
Headphones on they beatin kid
My raps were never read like my notebook was illerate
I would look up to the greatest and have dreams about destroying them
I studied all they lyrics like a hip hop historian
I would rip they instrumentals spit my writtens over em
I'd burn some extra copies and then hand em out to everyone
Some people would support me
Some people tried to distort me
Some people said tell your story
And I focus on them
So everday im on the grind like i owe it to them
And every line that i scribble im rememberin them
I'm not a hip hop historian no more
Cuz why study it
When you can be the one that they studyin
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
Except all of that bullshit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
Except handlin business
He kept his nose up in his books and other peoples business
At a young age he had aclaimations to gain knowledge
Takin notice that this was the most logical realm to power
Always bustin out facts in conversation when they relevant
But mostly people thought the kid was sellin it
Thought that he was up to somethin
What a f*ckin smartass
What's this kid gettin at
Why he even talkin that
I was in elementary school
Preppin me for high school
High school was preppin me for college
But if its not college
Ya gotta get a job bitch
And what the hell a job get?
Well a job gets you paid
So at that point im sittin here like f*ck the 12th grade
I got homies in the streets makin dollas off of eighths
Either in jail, gettin paid, or overdosin H
Don't matter what the path you take they'll say its a mistake
And i'll always be that kid that never learned to know his place
Off the metronome
Ima get it on my own pace
They say a lotta things and sometimes its just to taunt ya
Im sick of living life by their double entendres
A penny saved aint nothing new I already done had a cent
People like to live a lie and outlandishly lavish it
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
Except all of that bullshit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
Except handlin business
I was loudmouthed opinionated lil kid
Ever since i can remember i aint never gave a shit
Wit my hat cocked to the side and my laces in my kicks
Always makin noise and arguing with people's parents
Skippin class to smoke some weed n shit
Headphones on they beatin kid
My raps were never read like my notebook was illerate
I would look up to the greatest and have dreams about destroying them
I studied all they lyrics like a hip hop historian
I would rip they instrumentals spit my writtens over em
I'd burn some extra copies and then hand em out to everyone
Some people would support me
Some people tried to distort me
Some people said tell your story
And I focus on them
So everday im on the grind like i owe it to them
And every line that i scribble im rememberin them
I'm not a hip hop historian no more
Cuz why study it
When you can be the one that they studyin
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
They aint eva on shit
Except all of that bullshit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
I aint eva on shit
Except handlin business
Writer: PoorBoyLuke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid