Pro Rappers

[Verse 1: Drew Famous]
Aight
It's feelin' like my entire city raps now
But I been at it for a while, ain't finna back down
I blacked out, last thing I remember was straight chillin' and droppin' crap like it's winter inside an outhouse
Been around clowns, your advice seemingly drowned out
Since I found out that just 'cause you a king don't mean I'll bow down
It's sound sound, back to back in checkers like I'm crowned out
By summer '16 I'll be a pro, ain't you forgot 'bout
The fact that I'm the kid, no really I'm the kid
I'm 16, so by the time that I'm legal you'll plead the fifth
That's two years, give me another two so now that's four more
So by the time I'm 20 I'll at least have done four tours
Probably more more, you're still sleeping on floorboards
Your mom's still yelling at you, you forgot to do your chores
It's hard to believe in a kid with barely no budget
Now I'm stuck inside the game and I promise there's no budging, yeah

[Verse 2: Louie Free]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be having visions of me, touring
In an RV with a car seat
Got a couple kids, see their heart beat
I be like "Aye b, you gon' see"
I be laying down these bars, now these bars call me
I don't rap for free, I got mouths to feed
Everybody sound the same, I guess it's hard to be yourself
I murk the beat then get to changing diapers
That's off the record on the record, I'm Marley, McCartney
Beating every opponent, you doubt me? I'm Ali
Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill, a Fugee
Who me? Toussaint Louie on duty
Start a revolution, set you free, like ooo-wee
I'll take yo' cookie and yo' smoothie
Stay cool B, I turn up on a fool, see
Sell everything and buy wisdom, that's a cool tweet
Follow me, @LouieTheFree

[Verse 3: Sam Stan]
Okay I want to be a rapper, so I have to step these bars up
Plan on being hot as coffee while making them star bucks
When I meet these rappers I just dap 'em, don't get star struck
Now I'm all smiles, in the clouds, tryna crowd surf
I can do whatever I want, just keep God first
So I'm in a black shirt, black jeans, Converse
Show up to the concert, I ain't never lied
Man I'm feelin' like Luxe in a tux, get this 9 to 5
Yeah boy that's hard work
Uh
I said one time for Young Minds, you know I had to drop a verse
I'm eating
I'm eating cookies and tea
And y'all ain't met a good dude crooked as me, I mean
I love my God, I love my dog, I love my fam
Jottin' thoughts down, I used to write with no hands
It's almost a year now and school still not in my plans
And I would explain myself but y'all just won't understand
Happy raps

[Verse 4: Levi Hinson]
Ayo
Yo, lemme spit some bars real quick
Um, okay
Look, I be feelin' faceless
I hate the dark, sounds like I'm a racist
I know that every rapper's finna hate this
Watch me murder everybody in the cypher
I wish that I was Kevin Gates but I be gettin' tired, spittin' through the wire
'Cause everyone wanna stop me from talkin'
Even though I'm bombing and bossing every track I get on
I continue ballin' and walkin' through every obstacle
Dodging every pitfall and coffin
They throw me under the bus but I keep joggin'
I'm a professional rapper
Critics can keep on passing up my mixtape in the hallways and the classrooms
I never cared about anyone givin' me handshakes 'cause I stay dappin'
Black sheep, you know I stay in the pasture
I don't rap for the masses, I rap 'cause everyone hates it and I'm laughin'
They say don't put all of your eggs in a basket
I'm hatchin' plans with my team, shout out my mans Kevin Hackett
It's OIF until the ground shakes and God comes back
What's up, yo

[Outro: Levi Hinson]
Woo! Uh
Yeah yeah, yeah
They don't want us to have bigger pools than Kanye
Which is why I don't
I have an average sized, above-ground pool
Yeah