so im 19
unemployed
chillin in my mothers ba!@&(t,

my lousy choice's makes me think of all the time vie wasted/
$#&@ing around trying to make myself a fan base,
gunning for the top but i finish up in last place/

my have my mind set on music,
don't take it from me.
the more you hate the more i write the more im making money,

its lovely,
but %#@! i need myself a job,
cuz if plan A don't work out ,

then somethings wrong/
cuz vie built my life around something ever so unfortunate,
this game is just $#&@ed up for me to even surface quik

this underground is making me act like an extortionist,
cuz the all the props that i have got is way to great to forfeit it/
now most of these rappers nowadays all be talking %#@!,

aint no truth in all they lyrics but hey thats how it is/
and its imperative us parentless kids,
happen to inharrate such a arrogant gift/

but i use it to my advantage
and make them haters know me
cuz i levi deneault is savage,

so recognize a homie/
see vie been stereotyped,
and vie been kicked to curb

and i done made some mistakes
but %#@! you live and you learn/
ill never let stress get the best of me.

music is my habit so hip hop is my ecstasy,
and ill be dammed if the kat sitting next to me,
ends up on t.v just because he stole my recipe/

im out of energy, but ima stay determined,
so all you lazy rappers better have some rap insurance,
and take ur time to write a rhyme, cuz ill be back you vermins,

but this time with a plan that will keep you out for certain/