He is I

Young Kid, the city's bustling It was me, young kid on the scene Looking like that Bow Wow Word Up magazine Just a pen, I ain't have me a team Don't sleep on the boy, cause the kid's got a dream And I know he's from the 'burbs, you could tell how he speaks But how he formulates his words, you could tell he's unique Skinny kid, baggy jeans, braces on his teeth Making drums with his chest, can't afford him a beat And these older cats looking like, "He's too soft, he won't play outside" "He ain't messing with them big dogs. He can't ride" But here's the plot twist, he came right Now these older cats feeling like "We can't write" Now these blogs are looking later than a weekend night He's still rapping like his team consists of me and I Obese eating beats, check his BMI What a minute y'all, he is I, and don't forget that [Oh, just set aside your fears and fly] Young kid, can't catch him a break Thought he killed it at the show, how many bars will it take? He's been writing all these rhymes, but they won't get him on stage He sends money to the blogs, but that won't get him upstate Still can't afford his beats, he's making minimum wage So he started making beats, he's been producing for days He knows if Mike Will makes it, it'll show him a way He calls his mama from his dormroom, she just tells him to pray But wait, his cousin calls, he got him a show It was opening for sister girl he knew back from home He was like “yes!”, it wasn't even a question It had been minute, but he learned him a lesson And homie got a show, he opened up at his high school His mama said, "And you had thought they didn't even like you" And he said yup, I hope they thought he was fly And once again, yes, he is I, and don't forget that