Goldeneye

(Verse 1) I was born In the premise Living With parents Apparent that I'm cared for in this sentence Some big presents An N64 with some cartridges Mario Kart, Star Fox, and Goldeneye I started shooting guys at the age of five Invited all my tribe To sit inside And witness murder with my life on the line I'm scared of real life I sit inside My mom asks me why? Why do you cry? Maybe cause I love these games Want to live in em Wanna be a hero with a sick emblem And I love that I don't go Anywhere with goals Only play along To the things I see Anywhere I pee Is accepted, geez Please Could you just help me Stay this age forever? And do, nothing And do, nothing (Hook) I'm just a kid with an appetite(4x) (Verse 2) Now the Ps2 came out Playing 2k Bring my neighbors out Seven to 69'ers Come over and fighting for Def Jam, Fight For New York Not into sports So I go outside to the courts And I forgot my shorts And these niggas b-ball I'm standing 3 feet tall, waiting to throw a point That I'm young, but I'm skilled These lyrics, I killed You wanna hear em after class? Now got fans, wanna chill Then I lived for the thrill It was funny, until These bills hurt my Un-kill And affected my pops I wanna pop But pop rocks, go together with a couple rocks A couple nugs gets a couple fucks From these broads in seventh grade Still cool in the middle Still spilling riddles Little did he diddle, spit a riddle That affected little Jill, and her Little Bill All ultra Al-Falfa (Hook) I'm just a kid with an appetite(2x) Yo yo I'm just a kid with an appetite Yo yo yo I'm just a kid with an appetite (Bridge) Nostalgia(2x) I gotta clean my fucking room(4x) (Verse 3: Dakota Basinger) Moving like rumors I'm puma Shoot your medulla Onto a wrecking ball Then shove it up Miley's ass till your neck fall off I catch 'em all Next involved I'm the best of all The rest of y'all can catch a fucking body if the tech involved Swimming pools full of lifeguards I might charge I bite sharks And chew on bike parts when my life's dark You could find me in a house where the lights spark Snorting white bars With Lysol, off a dyke's bra You dried out like Right Guard On my right arm My sights gone Can only see my future through my right palm After that, let's get smacked through a white bong And visualize dudes in tight thongs when I write songs (WAIT?) Did I really just say that? Society might judge me, I might get payback Labels on my A-crack Shooting at your Maybach Just a kid with an appetite, and no ones gonna take that Kota (Hook) I'm just a kid with an appetite Goddamn it I'm just a kid with an appetite Yo WOOH Just a kid with an appetite Bang bang Skeet skeet on her Petite