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[Intro]
Yeah, I've been a creative genius since, like
Second grade, first grade, kindergarten
Pretty much, since I was a fetus
[Verse 1]
I was fully home-grown, in my own zone mostly
People always had me close-knit like upholstery
Never lonely, always call to check up on me
Cause my family ain't only blood related, all my homies
This goes back to the single digit 2000s, when they found me
Still kicking in the same clique, sticking around me
Back as a fat sack of crap with a gap tooth
Ass backpack, JAK patched on the back
Youth size pair of DCs, fully censored CDs
Different rap groups, momma kept it rated PG
Look back at it, probably acted like a faggot
With my pants sagging half past my ass crack, in fact
Shit I had Air Force 1s before I flew on a plane
Wish the knew the value 'fore they got creases and grass stains
And them kids had milli-ans silly bands in they hands
Baseballs and bats packed back in the minivan
Chilling with my cousins, being who I really am
Where I spent my summers at, where I didn't give a damn
Back then I didn't give a damn, still don't give one damn extra
Now I grew up, still don't lose the memories of playing Nintendo
I was
[Hook]
Born in '97, raised on that 64
The next generation never get me though
I been talking same game since the 64
You'll never switch me, ho
(repeated)
[Verse 2]
Put it on my name, never changed since the first
Packing PBJ when mom and dad was out to work
Tab ripping, sipping six packs, Kool-Aid Burst
Cleaning all those cartridges done made my lungs hurt
Yeah, I know that shit like it's today's trend
Been trill since the play pen
When I was saying, "Dis dat, dis dat, b-lah, b-lah"
Okay then
I was born this so I stay this
Never let that freedom of youth die
Been creating since my heyday, and so maybe that might be why
I spaz when I rap this
As a young ass boy I made album packaging and track lists
The front and the back pics, even had it plastered on plastic
That arts and crafts shit
I was writing stories, comic books and movie posters
The list may never be over
Drawing my own cartoons onto VCR boxes
God bless, now I'm making progress
Til the casket is dropping you're probably not gonna stop this
I got sick and turned to a zombie
So pop at my head cause I turn hot beat to a hot mess
Ah yes
Just that kid grew up singing songs from Blue's Clues
Now I can't be solved, a mystery to you fools
Man look at what I grew to
I was
[Hook]
(Intro repeated)
[Outro]
Born in '97, raised on that 64
Same game since the 64
Born in '97, raised on that 64
You'll never switch me, ho
(repeated)
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