Young Jaywest

[Intro]
Yo, yo
This is where it all started, man
Yo
Do you ever have that one friend
That just shows you really good music?
I mean, yeah, tha— that was me
I was that friend showing my friends all the bangers
I was that friend showing my friends all the bangers
"Damn, I hope this guy drops music one day"
"Damn"

[Chorus]
Young Jaywest, skinny white boy from the wild, wild west
'Bout to make a name for himself, mic check
By the age of six was a rap game threat
Uh, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted to be the goat
Ayy, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted all the smoke, ayy
Young Jaywest, skinny white boy from the wild, wild west
'Bout to make a name for himself, mic check
By the age of six was a rap game threat
Uh, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted to be the goat
Ayy, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted all the smoke, ayy

[Verse 1]
Thank you for the intro
I'm here to set the tempo
Been balling from the get-go, shit, though
Made me get the paper like a goddamn—
So, back in grade school when the teacher asked
"What do you want to be when you grow up, class?"
Hold up, wait, is that a trick question?
I'm gonna break it down, let me teach you a lesson
Bitch, I go down like a jack of all trades
I'll be the hottest MC while I get straight A's
Look both ways if you try to cross me
I'll be the guy with all the fucking broccoli
Run it up, beating up the game, like I'm Rocky
Camouflage, look around, paparazzi
Hold up, hold up, we're not there yet
I have one more thing to say to the class
I'ma be ballin' until the day that I die
Gotta sleep with the bread right by my side
Take a look around the class, Miss Johnson
All these kids want the nine-to-five option
Nope, not me, you'll address me properly
I'm gonna go down as an OG prodigy
That's the way it gotta be, learn the terminology
I could drop a hit and buy a couple properties

[Chorus]
Young Jaywest, skinny white boy from the wild, wild west
'Bout to make a name for himself, mic check
By the age of six was a rap game threat
Uh, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted to be the goat
Ayy, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted all the smoke, ayy
Young Jaywest, skinny white boy from the wild, wild west
'Bout to make a name for himself, mic check
By the age of six was a rap game threat
Uh, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted to be the goat
Ayy, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted all the smoke, ayy

[Verse 2]
Jay about the rap game, shit
Motherfucker had a passion as a kid
Growing up, spiky hair, I knew it was a nuisance
Bumping Eazy-E when my pot's feeling ruthless
Pulling up to my school with a new fit
Class clown, I'd be acting all stupid
I just knew what I wanted for my future
Didn't involve math or having a tutor
Ah, yeah, fuck that shit
By the time I'm fifteen, I'ma run this bitch
I'm talking that "Be rapping Eight Mile" shit
Like a skinny white boy, just dropping them hits
Great, oh no, here come the labels
Telling me what they bring to the table
I ain't got time for the fake ass payroll
Staying independent will get me that bankroll
"Who's that new rapper, Westphal?"
"He's really making a hit in the industry, huh"
I... all I know is he just drops bangers all the time
That's all I know
"Maybe he'll drop something right now!"
Yeah... I mean, maybe, I don't know

[Chorus]
Young Jaywest, skinny white boy from the wild, wild west
'Bout to make a name for himself, mic check
By the age of six was a rap game threat
Uh, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted to be the goat
Ayy, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted all the smoke, ayy
Young Jaywest, skinny white boy from the wild, wild west
'Bout to make a name for himself, mic check
By the age of six was a rap game threat
Uh, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted to be the goat
Ayy, motherfucker knew what he wanted
Motherfucker wanted all the smoke, ayy