(Yeah)
Weight don’t matter, I still shatter
Mic on fire like it climbed that ladder
Step in the booth like boom, no chatter
They talk, I run up stats way fatter
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🔥 Verse 1:
I’m 13, big dreams, big frame
But my flow got heat, spit flame
Say I can’t rap? That’s lame
I got bars like a video game
Every step is a stomp, yeah I’m loud
Headphones on, I’m lost in the sound
They stare? I don’t care, I’m proud
Haters quiet when I come around
I’m not slow, I’m smooth
Not weak, I groove
Got weight but I move
Like a truck on the loose
Confidence high, it ain’t no fluke
Mic in my hand like it’s part of my roots
They laugh? That’s cool
I turn laughs to fuel
Now they watchin’ me rule
From the desk to the school
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🔁 Hook:
Still go dumb, still go savage
Still spit heat like a blowtorch package
Still write lines that make beats vanish
Big boy flex with a big-boy advantage
Still got moves, still got passion
Still go fast like I’m racing traffic
Still stand strong when they bring that static
Young and bold, I ain’t never been average
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⚡ Verse 2:
Big hoodie, black shorts, my fit
Bars pop off like I just got lit
Voice too loud, I don’t ever sit
If you doubt me now, better watch that flip
‘Cause I ain’t gotta be thin to win
I’ma stand tall with a wide-body grin
They talk but they ain’t been through my skin
I’m built for the storm, I was born to spin
Confidence heavy, and it don’t shake
I’m cookin’ up rhymes like birthday cake
I’m the kid they slept on — mistake
Now I’m in the game like press start, awake
I don’t play soft, I go full-send
I don’t fake nothin’, I just transcend
Mic in hand, I’m my own best friend
Every word I spit, that’s my message I send
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🔁 Hook:
Still go dumb, still go savage
Still spit heat like a blowtorch package
Still write lines that make beats vanish
Big boy flex with a big-boy advantage
Still got moves, still got passion
Still go fast like I’m racing traffic
Still stand strong when they bring that static
Young and bold, I ain’t never been average
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🎤 Outro:
This for the ones who ever got judged
For the size or the shape, or the things they love
Keep your chin up, turn the hate to a dub
You’re a champ, not a maybe — you rise above
(Yeah… still go dumb)
(Still go savage)
bigbash
