Can I Kick It

Check me out on this fat track Used to be the kid that they laughed at Now I be the kid that they mad at Haha, tables turn, karma is a bitch ain't it Aiming with this lyrical weapon you niggas better pay me Stand in front my island like my first name Cayman I came in with nothing but I gotta leave with something Got my game face even if I know bluffing Gotta stand tall no matter how deep the fall Cause imma climb right back up and I don't need backup I do this all by my lonely wrote this while eating baloney Really nothing you could tell me and these niggas won't hold me, back Like I never left, niggas curvy like a treble clef I cut em all off like yeah who next Who vex, who wan test ? Know that I'm blessed, no weapon formed against me shall prosper And I heard that from my mom like every Sunday Wasn't sitting in church like every Sunday With my baby, go to McDonald's and order a sundae That's what I did on Sundays Still a man of God, no man could judge me.. Check me out with this ill flow Get caught in it you drown slow This mind of mine explosive, might blow Here comes the boom, duck for cover Better prepare your tomb, out comes the doom Since I came out the womb, I was bound to bloom Been shitting on these niggas like I drank some prune Remember writing down raps in the back of the class room No tunes, just a pen and a pad it's all true So devoted to my dreams hope i get to break through And do what I wanted to do And do everything these niggas told me I couldn't do Now when I'm in the room with you it's uncomfortable Cause you looked down me, frown on me, damn homie in high school you was the man homie But i ain't trippin I'm so focus on getting things I couldn't afford Get it? Ford focus, silly..