Jeff’s Tale

[Intro]
My name is Jeff

[Verse 1]
Gather round, sit the fuck down
Let me tell you a lil story 'bout a nigga named Jeff
From the south side of the PA, that's where he stayed
He played, he laid, up until the tenth grade
Ever since a young age, music's been in his DNA
Played the drums as a lil nigga
Started makin' beats in the eighth grade
Recorded self rappin' on his mp3 player
Went to school for the shit, CCAC
A few years later, hated it and said, "See you later"
Muhfuckas
I'd rather say home and work on my craft
Man, fuck the fuckin' class, this shit is fuckin' ass
Shit was fucking wack, and I haven't been back
Bet they couldn't teach me how to kill these tracks
The way I fuckin' do, no cap, big facts
From the syncopated rhythms to the fuckin' high-hats
Too nice, I'm precise, go ahead and clap
Wait, this is poetry, let me hear you snap
Big sis downloaded FL
Sat down and tried, like, "Hmm, what the hell?"
Few hours later, the rest is history
Oh yeah, this is me, I'm finna make beats
Went by the name of Zay Productionz
Made a YouTube, it was kinda buzzin'
Views in the thousands, I was fuckin' proud and
Thought to myself like, "Ew I'm fuckin' wilin', I'm killin' these beats"
"Look at these comments, they really feelin' me"
The world went round, a few rotations
I done found my sound, I'm a bit more renowned
Just a lil more time, and I swear it's goin' down

[Interlude]
I sold my first beat and was like, "Damn, that's crazy"
I had a nigga pay me to put sounds together
Isn't that amazing?

[Verse 2]
Sold a few more, name gettin' bigger
Niggas in my DMs like, "Lemme shop witcha"
Broke my stage fright, hopped on the mic
Shoutout my nigga London, got a nigga soundin' right
Big thanks to Jazzo, you was the man, bro
First to hear me rap, and said, "Damn, you really spaz, bro"
Advocated for me like my number one fan
I do it for you, my mom, and the fam
Saw my potential and I finally let it out
Now I'm too clean like I hit it with the shout
Got a new nickname, and it brought a name change
Ever since then, shit ain't been the same
Niggas know my name in the city
Share my work around, like bro, get wit 'em
He stupid with the shits, ol' boy get silly
He stupid with the shits, ol' boy get silly, yeah
Broke outta my shell and grew, yeah
Stay cooking up like stew, yeah
Yes, they call me Jeff, it's true
Now, tell me who the fuck is you?