i'm 17 years old i survived another year
throughout the hot and cold while conquering all my fears
look at me know guys i think it's kinda funny
how people talk shit and try to get some things from me
even though i look stupid
everyday i age makes me less of a dummy
on my dark days i just make 'em seem sunny
'cause hey i'm 17 smoking pot and earning money
i'm a 90's baby the last of the generation
grew up on the shady and masking for relaxation
attacking in my brain but my heart has started racing
wonderin' how i can do it in my room basin
is it filled with laughter
or is it just filled with fucking rage
it's your life and you gotta live it
if someone bad leaves you in your times say good reddens
i use to think a birthday was nothing close to special
just another day i'd wake and take my fucking pencil
but now i've nothing to worry but breaking out my demo
and working 7 days a week has drove me close to mental
but i ain't finna give it up
so later when i'm older i can live it up
shit i think we livin' up
yet these people think i'm spittin tough
i'm acting like a hypochondriac
way back when j-dam was spittin it up at the laundry mat
we use to chill and kick it like a game of hackey sac
flippin the written scripts
like a gymnast mix with a knife in her back
with no delay it's like a fusion
as i'm getting older i'm dying it's no allusion
and this music on my channel that i am producing
is the start to a world wide invasion and a movement
what the fuck skitzo you were born in 99
must've had a bunch of drugs hiding up inside your spine
every time you cracked your back your probably getting high
try to find a rhyme at any specifically time
i've got no one to talk to
with nothing else around i depended on my pen