[Verse 1: Tom MacDonald]
When I was a kid, never had a friend to call
Always smokin' weed, I would never get involved
Hella enemies tryna catch me in the halls
Hide out with my lunch and a Sharpie in a stall
When I was a kid, all I wanted was to bawl
Make a million bucks, start a riot in the mall
Never joined a gang, but I been around 'em all
Throwin' up a sign to see the shadows on the wall
I got scores to settle, man, this is more than medals
Keep the trophies and the money, I want war, it's special
They support because I'm winnin', but before they hеckle
It's funny how your enemiеs get so forgetful
And it's your fault I'm so famous
Y'all created a monster, y'all were doctors, you just botched the operation
I'm rich now, and that's on you
Let me burn another bridge down, I got few
I've been broke, got arrested and I've been homeless, pathetic
I still own a liquor store for beer they gave me on credit
Things were not fun, girl cut her wrist, that was a lot of blood
Cops saw the cuts, I was caught up in some locked cuffs
[Pre-Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
Hold up, now that we all got grown up
You pretend that you know us, way I see it, you owe us
When I was a kid, never had a friend to call
Always smokin' weed, I would never get involved
Hella enemies tryna catch me in the halls
Hide out with my lunch and a Sharpie in a stall
When I was a kid, all I wanted was to bawl
Make a million bucks, start a riot in the mall
Never joined a gang, but I been around 'em all
Throwin' up a sign to see the shadows on the wall
I got scores to settle, man, this is more than medals
Keep the trophies and the money, I want war, it's special
They support because I'm winnin', but before they hеckle
It's funny how your enemiеs get so forgetful
And it's your fault I'm so famous
Y'all created a monster, y'all were doctors, you just botched the operation
I'm rich now, and that's on you
Let me burn another bridge down, I got few
I've been broke, got arrested and I've been homeless, pathetic
I still own a liquor store for beer they gave me on credit
Things were not fun, girl cut her wrist, that was a lot of blood
Cops saw the cuts, I was caught up in some locked cuffs
[Pre-Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
Hold up, now that we all got grown up
You pretend that you know us, way I see it, you owe us
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