Stand up

and if you have a problem with me stand up and say it

Cause I've been getting sick of this motherfucking fake shit

I hate this

people come up to me saying I could be the greatest

but they telling everyone else that my music is tasteless

 

See this is what's wrong with the world

Can't trust none of these people with they words

Niggas grind just to get shit on

spends months on a track just to hear it's a whack song

Spend hours on a beat just to hear that it sounds bunk

Little nigga feeling broken cause he thought that his shit's bomb

Blood, sweat and tears just to hear that his work's junk

 

Feeling betrayed cause everyone told him to put it out

But as soon as it dropped not even one person made a sound

When he asked, people said his shit was fire

made the kid's smile glow up like a highlighter

 

But little did he know, what they said wasn't the truth

cause other rumours were going around the whole school

Little Jim started rapping and he sounds like a fool

Whoever says that he's nice must be really stupid too

 

Maybe he's insane

maybe he's deranged

why isn't this miskeen staying in his lane

But why do you have to go so far as to degrade

a young boy doing what he loves everyday

A young boy flipping through his book page by page

filled with lines devised from his mind

reminding him of the times when rhymes

were divine and brought demise to people he didn't like

declining his interest in rock climbing

and brought him closer to the pen

Was a fan of Big L and Tupac at the age of ten

at fifteen he decided to make his own music

expressing himself in whichever fashion he chooses

 

If you got a problem with me stand up

I'm telling you I'm sick of this fake shit

people telling me I could be famous

But right after tell others that I'm tasteless