Yeah
I finally made it
It's Bizzair baby
Yeah college educated I made it
My GPA between lazy and tryna be famous
I tried to tell um that my rapping skills were off the hook
My teacher said you missed your chance with that now read this book
But all I saw was verses when I flipped the fucking pages
So I dropped my minor and barely obtained my major ugh
Graduated moved back to my parents basement
Quit my job and booked a flight I'm thinking I need some changes
And now I'm on a plane LA the destination
Bunch of carry on bags at the FlyAway station
But Ive just scratched the surface this trip is just an abrasion
I got dreams of being famous got dreams of being the greatest
Moved out the hometown I ain't looking back
On to bigger and better things I think they'll understand
My Loyalties are in the mitten I'll remain a fan
But I'm moving to LA yo it's time to make a stand
You gotta get out of your hometown boy
Fuck it I'm going back in
Alright
This shit is hotter than an oven filled with a dozen bakers
It'll hit you harder than Anderson Silva's MMA kick
Grinding like a skater the life of an entertainer
When my moms heard me drop an F bomb she nearly fucking fainted
That's just the way I's raised an Eagle Scout now make your jokes
I'll build the fire and tie some knots now pass me the rope
Just quit my internship this shit don't need a boat to float
Got my sail set for the west coast let's go
This shit'll make you say this kid could be the greatest
Got a certain set of skills like Liam Neeson from Taken ugh
Pop the bottles pass the blunt for this occasion
Haters heard I'm hanging in LA and they ain't gonna say shit yeah
Truth is they can't say shit to me
Unlocking doors like Super Mario tryna find Princess Peach
I'm chasing dreams this my welcome to LA
World's at my fingertips I got a bunch of things to say