[Hook: Sample]
I am, somebody
I am, somebody
Ladies and gentlemen
I got you stuck off the realness
[Verse 1: KiidMaestro]
Fresh out the 478
Got you stuck off the realness these others niggas fake
Not an umpire but, I call it like I see it
What I spit bout in my raps you other niggas tryna be it
Not that I'm better just real
Forget record spins I make music by how I feel, so if my hits get me some green then it's all good
Just let my thoughts hit the paper like the realest should
But I must admit, I wrote this shit on my iPhone
And yet I'm still dropping bombs, get your mind blown
Smoking trees 'till I'm in another time zone
And I break'em down like, "Nigga fuck the ozone!"
This got the makings of a classic nigga, Lodi Dodi
Catch me in the Lex and that bad chick she ridin shotty
My Saturday nights stay live nigga Chris Farley
Even without the fame and the fortune man I am somebody
[Hook]
[Verse 2: KiidMaestro]
The Kiid is such a killer
I rip the mic then I'm ghostface nigga
That line G6'd over a lot of heads
Guess I'll just rap about trappin' and shakin' them dreads instead
Just cause I'm from the south, man that just ain't my style
I'm tryna perfect my craft so it could take a while
Don't get me wrong I can still make the club hop
And I got the flows to make the old heads speakers knock
So all you haters bag back
Not an 80's baby but I spit that crack
Not with opinionated flows so I spit straight facts
I bring about what you other niggas lack
Seeing me fall off, man you haters wish that
But I just keep movin forward cause my city on my back
Half you niggas rappin' ain't nothin' but made up
I shed light on the situation, see I roll the shades up, and now I'm chillin', nigga