.[Verse 1: Futuristic]
Yo, ya
It started with a notepad and pencil
Only one instrumental, my bro was [?], I was little skittles
We set out to get em, no curse words but killin'
I was only six then, now I'm in the building
Momma found my raps though, threw em in the trash.
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