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I'm 16 years old, still riding on the school bus
Ain't got daddy's money, or a $1,000 trust
They gonna stare, they gonna laugh
It don't phase me, I smile right back
Cuz I know God gonna get them for that
We in a big world, with a lot bigger issues
Worried bout me making music, lemme grab a tissue
Hating me cuz they biased, they won't try it
I keep my haters quiet, what a shame I musta missed you
Life too short to be worrying about some standards
Ain't worried bout a thing, even if my music's slandered
Haters fear what they can't defeat
I won't let the anxiety seep, or keep me from sleep
Let them haters see I can never be beat
I'm a good kid, sweet guy, with the kindest soul
Ask anyone, don't be shy, I'm sure they would know
They're sad to see my music on repeat
These hypocritical sheep, always believe what they're told
I swear It's getting old
Friends won't last forever
Feelings will always change
But these rumors getting clever
Saying I do things that I'd never
So I try to make my slate clean
Do things that'll help me later
But the fake will forever lean
In the favor of the hater
But I will live out my life
No matter the outcome
The lies spread through broken teeth
They don't know where I come from
Don't see value in possession so I'm seen as a bum
It's no lie, I learned my lesson with pride
I don't want to be number one
Got more wisdom than most people my age
Drugs, nicotine, alcohol, nah man I stay away
Would hate to my future fade to gray
Never had to get high to get by, or make things seem okay
These suckas think they big and bad
Imma keep making em mad
Seeing them try so hard is just so sad
Their opinions ain't nothing
Unless they someone close
If a hater telling you something
Tell em right, and make em get ghost