It's from Monday to Friday, and everyday's a high day
I never get enough like traffic on the highway
I need to get a job, but it's hard when I don't try to
I tend to listen to music most people want to die to
But I ain't like you, man, I'm more like me
Just another underage motherf*cking emcee
And I can't but swishers and I can't buy beer
But I can make music, which is what got me here
And I can't even drive, man, I need my license
Took my first hit at fourteen and feel like I've been high since
f*ck the silence when I come to your speakers
It's been a long time since I've felt like Cesar
It's been a long time since I've had a clear mind
I know I say this a lot, but all I do is rhyme
And I've never stepped foot inside of a studio
I used to want all the money back when nobody knew me, though
And I can't make beats, mix, master, or nothing
But I know how to press record and keep the beats bumping
Been working since I was twelve to fit the stereotype of cleaning other people's trash just to make a life
And I probably ain't as dope or as deep as other emcees
Cos all I really rap about is smoking trees
Please consider the fact that it doesn't fit in my hand
Just a Vacaville kid that's trying to understand what's inside of my soul, and what's in my control
See, people drift apart, but we fall as a whole
And expressing my thoughts is all I really got
And judging by the views, yo I guess it's not a lot
But f*ck the views, yo it's all about you
I don't know what I'd be doing nowadays without you
And if you ain't coming along, then I guess you're in the way
This the story of a kid who had too much to say