Since A Kid ft. Tommy Lennon Lyrics

Yeah I've loved this since a kid

Just never thought that I could do it

All these doubts swim in my head

Well they did

But I removed em

If these other kids

Make music

Why can't I go do the same

If I refuse my dreams and I'm unhappy then

Who's left to blame?

Skipped out of school

To many times to count

And that's just facts

Lucky that I didn't fail

But I was pretty good at math

Always loved that being lazy

Well I must with how I act

They always said apply yourself

You got a mind that's like a trap

I always knew that they was lying

Sighing passing tests with flying

Colors

Rhymes all in my headphones man

Like what'd that'd teacher utter?

Never listen

Unless it's what I wanna hear

Or it's something that I needed

Cause some shit that's said is real

Yeah I've loved this since a kid

Just never thought that I could do it

All these doubts swim in my head

Well they did

But I removed em

If these other kids

Make music

Why can't I go do the same

If I refuse my dreams and I'm unhappy then

Who's left to blame?

Ou

Since a kid

I thought I could rap

Knew in my heart so I prove it on tracks

Loose when I started, tuning my craft

And I grew with the art,

So I hope they hear that

Stupid, retarded, the flow smoking crack

What it do

Put my heart in my music and rap

If one kid relate then I'm happy with that

Fuck all the fame and the game cause it's wack

Just want the fam and my space

And some yak

Get the fuck out my face

Stay away from my trap

Baby you late

We don't wait where you at

We ain't staying place

So get movin' yo ass

They hate to be great

I hate to get lapped

I'll just make my place

With the greats when I pass

Making my plates

By recording these slaps

And leaving what's left

Cause I'm owning my masters

Yeah I've loved this since a kid

Just never thought that I could do it

All these doubts swim in my head

Well they did

But I removed em

If these other kids

Make music

Why can't I go do the same

If I refuse my dreams and I'm unhappy then

Who's left to blame?

Sittin' at that dining table

Typing letters full of fables

Tryna get back into school

Academic probation tangles

Knew if they would let me in

I couldn't pay past March or April

Throw that letter to that bin

What if rappin' was my angel

Letting out all this emotion

Writing out all different angles

Rapping like bitch eat my scrotum

Thought it's funny playing hateful

I wasn't rapping for no money

Just out her venting

Making sound

Now made a business

Made a company

And now it's bout to make its rounds