Nothing Serious

They call me Tha Pupil, allow me learn you something.

Trying to make it is hard. Like it or love it.

Ever since I was a child, I have had to rough it.

Didn't eat for days, stomach steady rumbling.

Picked up the pen, had people's heads spinning, pivoting.

All around me, they'd say that rap music's it for me.

This is just the start of my steady rise to infamy.

Living in mediocrity is truly sickening.

 

Sorry, but I'mma go wild on this beat.

Hadn't written in a week, it's just exercise for me.

The fittest of the demons, there's no exorcising me.

Tha Pupil is too hot, nothing else is fire to me.

My lyrics are gold, nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Making music for no crowd is getting really tiring.

All these rappers 'round me, acting like they're fly, peeps.

In the words of of Dej Loaf, nigga just try me.

 

This aint how I write, you must be delirious.

Why do you think I titled this shit nothing serious?

You must be curious, as to what I really spit.

In truth, if I tried, I could probably sleep this.

All my life, I was told I'd never be shit.

So it's time to make a comeback, like Jesus.

My family needs hope, so I guess that I'll be it.

I know, I'm about to blow, I can feel it.

 

(Thanks for reading!)