Down you go, up, I'm rolling Just like clips, my lyrics are loading When I spit bars, start exploding Should I be a big star soon, I'll be rolling Off-road wheels with chrome in Up I go, down you're strolling Please stop moaning, young gun, see you won't win it Just young and you won't win it Every odd day you will catch me wearing Wile Out Young gun, see, it's so minor Make space for the newcomer I'm only fifteen but the top young gunner Why? Practice makes perfect If you can't do it, be strong and just firm it
Just like me, learn it Nowadays give me a track, I'll burn it I remember I used to write eight-bar lyrics Now I write sixteens about my life I'm only fifteen, I want a lot in my life Just f** him, I wanna eat pies So don't come with that sh** cause your lyrics are lies Be smart and think wise Notice when I spit, I don't chat sh** So don't come with that sh** Speak that sh** I've had enough of your sh**, it stinks, get out of it