92

1992 born. I'm a Rugrat
Somebody tell Patty, this is my Doug rap
Flowing for the best side, oh yeah, I does that
I'm a rough ride rollin' with no hubcaps
I'mma make it
I ain't sure what He's really got planned
But I promised I would put it in my living God's hands
So I, let go, and put it in rest mode
When I cut it back on, I was playin God's jams

Mama named me after a king, so I'mma be one
Daddy told me be an original, not a rerun
Nana said get rid of the ego, 'cause you don't need one
So when it come to competition, I don't really see none
I ain't gotta flourish, I'm only tryna encourage
Lookit! I've got a purpose, it's sitting under my surface
These old souls thinking that what I do is a circus
So I'mma have they grandsons krumpin in these churches

Yeah!
That boy Joey is on a roll
Black boy, young, motivated to save souls
Always had (the) passion, I just changed goals
Skinny jeans with the Chucks, still wearing the same clothes
I don't worry if they try to attack me, boy
I know one guy always ready to back me, boy
I'm too smooth like a Backstreet Boy
You can hate it or love it, Helga Pataki, boy

I'm still rolling with the squad, riding with the saints
Me and Josh tryna get a meal up on the plate
Me and God on the agenda when I awake
Got an album to record, too busy to take a break!

I know I'm not too busy to read the word
But it's far too easy to be swerved
Gotta stand firm, no matter what occurs
Been a champ since birth, '92, March 3rd
Waddup

Been a champ since birth, waddup?
92, March 3rd, Waddup?

Feelin' good, feelin' great
Feelin' great, feelin good
How are you?

Aye, stop talking homie, do us a favor
You ain't the alpha, you ain't even the Kenny Omega
You been talkin' that hatred, tryna say we ain't able
I encourage the nation, you just saying what's fatal

My bro Gen won 20k in a competition
Told him people gon come around that was often missing
I hit him up and I told him in that second
If they hit the inbox, don't even look at the message

I took a typical formula, did it my way
And I embolden every lyric that I say
I searched for my purpose, and found that
Joyfully, I rap, mattering while Black

Banging that boom bap while I'm riding in a Civic
The cloud that was always around is now lifted
Anytime you ask what I'm up to next
Know that I'mma keep fighting 'til I take my last breath
True Gold