My Life (Draft 1)

Ima keep it real for those with a fake response
In life I will go higher like fridays when I take the bong-
And hit it like a kick and snare
Take a snip of my hair-
And call out the almighty as I lift in the air
This shit really ain't far
Hold up lemme turn it down a notch
Yea I'm hot headed so the crown is hot
Never treat me like a joke
See a clown I'm not-
Snap crackle the beat so the sound can pop
Haters say my name but it taste like crushed glass
Newcomers get struck when they hear me and give up fast
Way before I even grew in a mustache
Or way before my hormones kicked in and started to cut class
To touch ass-
Yea it was luck I passed-
But that's a different story
Different tone for you to ignore these-
Realistic difference in a shoes of a man that listens-
To his calling-
Tripped over the microphone cord and started falling-
For the love of hip hop
So I treat her like a queen
They say I'm sleeping on success
I'm just focused on my dream