Jamil - He is I lyrics

Young Kid, the city's bustling

It was me, young kid on the scene
Looking like that Bow Wow Word Up magazine
Just a pen, I ain't have me a team
Don't sleep on the boy
Cause the kid's got a dream
And I know he's from the 'burbs
You could tell how he speaks
But how he formulates his words
You could tell he's unique
Skinny kid, baggy jeans, braces on his teeth
Making drums with his chest
Can't afford him a beat
And these older cats looking
Like, "He's too soft, he won't play outside"
"He ain't messing with them big
Dogs he can't ride"
But here's the plot twist, he came right
Now these older cats feeling
Like "We can't write"
Now these blogs are looking later
Than a weekend night
He's still rapping like his team
Consists of me and I
Obese eating beats, check his BMI
What a minute y'all, he is I
And don't forget that

Young kid, can't catch him a break
Thought he killed it at the show
How many bars will it take?
He's been writing all these rhymes
But they won't get him on stage
He sends money to the blogs
But that won't get him upstate
Still can't afford his beats
He's making minimum wage
So he started making beats
He's been producing for days
He knows if Mike Will makes it
It'll show him a way
He calls his mama from his dormroom
She just tells him to pray
But wait, his cousin calls, he got him a show
It was opening for sister girl
He knew back from home
He was like "yes!", it wasn't even a question
It had been minute
But he learned him a lesson
And homie got a show
He opened up at his high school
His mama said, "And you had thought they
Didn't even like you" and he said yup
I hope they thought he was fly
And once again, yes, he is I
And don't forget that