For the Kids

[Intro] (Hi, my name's Karizma, and I'm a-) [Verse One: Karizma] Hi Welcome to hell Where if you don't sell, you lose I'm held up by my nuts I can't tell if I like what's In front of my view Up in my room Writing this song because there's nothing to do Either I'm dumb, or just dumber than you Because nothing or drugs is what I'm going to choose So I grab a bowl, pack with Lucky Charms I'm rapping these fucking bars Because this class is too fucking hard I've got a migraine from my eye pain From seeing these rappers make a hit Sorry, dog, it smells like it sounds Take-take-take a shit Days of sitting in Lay-Z Boys I thought I could be a rapper, so Basically, I just made a choice Bought some beats and I had a flow Talk is cheap, so I'm glad I'm broke ?, so I'm off the grid Not to seem like I have to blow Because obviously I'm an awesome (dick) So I can't win My cards are all shitty I think I'm all in Who's coming with me? I want to start dissing again Maybe these fags will start listening, then Maybe if I wasn't ditching my friends To write these songs about how I'm missing them I wouldn't be here Look at these tears Rolling down my cheekbones Holy cow, my people Show me to how to be dope Without sucking a bong Nothing is wrong, with getting high But I'm high as a fucking (?) When you reach in the morning, there's nothing, it gone Are you bumping this song? Hopefully yes Hopefully I don't go down in the list Of doubters who doubted me back in the time Where if you weren't black, you were dumb if you rhymed It's sad to say this But I'm really glad you hated Because after graduation, I'll never see your ass or faces again [Outro: Karizma] I'm hear to cause a mess, yes Clear the plaza, oh No fear, I got you I'm here for the kids that can hear my songs [repeat 3x]