Accordion

This is just a story about a nigga whose gone back to trapping

Backing, lacking, he's all about those straps

And, he actually likes to talk smack

But when his mom comes back he gets a beating to his ass

If he's not with the shit then he's not

If you're spitting bars but not hood then you're not hot

Dropping harder than liquid gold, these bodies like to drop

You've never seen someone go hard on the spot

He's kinda sorry for the shit he's said, and it goes reverse

Heard ever shit than harder

He's writing rhymes that will have you contemplating harder

And with his knowledge, he could write a letter to college

But never get accepted because his type

Only thing this boy knows is how to write

And I guess writing is just another black man's right

And to do what's right can maybe suffice

His choice is to stay in the ghetto or live right

As stubborn as he was he was keen on listening

He thought he kept doing shit his life was glistening

He kept writing and realized no one was listening

This is how it goes just another story of an underground rapper

Chapter after chapter we just go by turning in the same pattern

Tattered like his clothes he dropped out and did the right thing

Picked up the mic and started to sing

No one heard but that's the beginning