Taking for granted that whatever is in my verse that I eventually become a famous rapper, here I go...

Rappin' on school playgrounds at the ~age~of~six~/
Little kids surrounded think I'm ~lame~as~shit~/
Fuck what you think, I'll be a ~star~one~day~/
When I make it then we'll see what you ~marks~gon'~say~/
Fast foward, I'm 17, no job no ~paycheck~/
Livin' on the streets usin' my talents to ~make~bread~/
Mama kicked me out thinkin' I'm lazy and ~foolish~/
Cause I focus on my raps instead of workin' or ~schoolin'~/
Hustlin' for gigs so I can eat by both ~meanings~/
Findin' odd jobs like window and car ~cleaning~/
Sellin' CD's out the back of my ~trunk~/
Write in my back seat while I listen to ~bump~/
Sendin' out my demos lookin' 4 ~feedback~/
Not intrested, well at least get my~CD~back!~/
Could've sold it for ~profit~, bought me some ~hot~chips~/
A sandwich and a Pepsi, my stomach have ~loud~fits~/
Local fame risin' even though my ~money~not~/
They even know me at the Starbucks ~coffee~shops~/
Battle cats daily win ~tournaments~with~ease~/
Love my craft, but this life is ~burden~on my~wings~/
Homesick, I haven`t spoke to ~mama~in~years~/
Hope she not at home thinkin' 'bout our ~drama~in~tears~/
Damn, all is uncertain and left in the ~air~/
It's light at the end and I'm tryin' to get ~there~/

Jumpy...I know...