Story Time, Pt. 1

[Intro]
Yeah, they ain't ready for this one
KourageousMusic
Look, uh
Oh my God

[Verse 1]
They ain't ready for the Coop raps
Layered over old school boom-bap
No more hanging around, this is where I tie the noose at
Look at the different styles of the beats I've been killing
Adapting to whatever I'm on like a Chameleon
Life is a feeling, right now the feeling is grand
I fantasize about the day I count a million in hand
Flip the page, I'm on stage in front of millions of fans
This is great but as of right now I'm still in the stands
I grew up in a generation with they heads in they phones
You wanna talk to pretty girls then you just text them from home
And this goes quick, and you snap, click, send those pictures
Your whole life represented through your Vsco filters
It's true, can't put a filter on reality though
And I ain't talking about the Hollywood reality shows
Pretty soon this whole planet's gon' be childish adults
A bunch of grown-ups who never learned how to be grown
I ain't the savior of the rap game I'll never claim it
Rap music isn't dying it's just ever-changing
And who am I to judge a style because it's Auto-tuned and mumbled
If the words are intricate or if instead they basic
I've set a pace to be the greatest by 2030
My 20-20 vision gets me there and it's nothing blurry
And if it don't happen, then it don't happen
I'm not gonna worry, 'cause if if I'm not one, then I'll get two like I sunk a birdy

[Verse 2]
Pardon my entrance, sorry that I'm making a scene
Seventeen years of life and this the greatness I bring
I've given up a lot of things to be chasing this dream
I know I'm fit for the crown, 'cause I'm made by the King
Summer Eighteen recorded and released my first song
When school started all my classmates were singing along
I met a couple dope artists who believed in my potential
Gave me a couple feature slots that deepened my credentials
Fast forward Summer Nineteen it's nothing new
Linked up with indie tribe., Jarry, "Uncle Drew"
Classic number two, by this time I've performed a couple dozen shows
Still trying to find my style, I got a bunch of flows
I met Kourageous and we started grinding out the album
OB was the head producer, he recognized my talent
And what you hearing now through your headphones
Is a vision I've been working on since twelve years old
Tell my folks, I will never sell my soul
How could I forget the One who opened all those doors?
Formed me in my mothers womb, gave me all I know
Imma give my life to Him because it's not my own
I ain't scared to talk faith, a lot of rappers are
They use their platform for self-gain, acting hard
And yes I know I got the ball, and I'm not afraid to run it, but I want my best plays to be passing yards
Cause what's the point of living life if you ain't helping nobody?
I speak to the culture though I don't got no melanin on me
With racial problems deep enough to drown in, and we're surrounded, who's gonna have the mustard seed to move this mountain?
The people thirst for truth, Imma point them to the fountain
You're never damaged to the point where God couldn't salvage
The people thirst for truth? Imma point them to the fountain
You're never damaged to the point where God couldn't salvage, Coopy