Lyrics K.M.A - Soulchef

K.M.A

I remember back in the days
My teacher used to say
Kids think big
That’s exactly what I did
I thought about Christopher Wallace
And how I’m gonna make a profit
How I’m gonna grub doin' everything I love
Wrote it down on my paper
Kept it neatly in my Trapper Keeper
Gave it to my teacher
The day I met my first non-believer
And she tried to steal my glory
I felt like Ralphie in a Christmas Story
Like I asked for a Red Rider Carbon Action
Two-hundred shot range model air rifle
I’m not gonna shoot my eye out
But I might write some shit that’ll make her wile out
She laughed in my face
Like Jake’s was a disgrace
And ever since then I’ve kept a bad taste
So Ms. Yorkman, this one’s for you
I won’t ever let a non-believer tell me what I can’t do
This one’s for you
I won’t ever let a non-believer tell me what I can’t do
When they say stop dreaming, get a real job
(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)
And when they say stay real, stop reaching for the clouds
(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)
When there’s a hater in the house, tryin' to fill your mind with doubts — tell
'em
(You can kiss my ass — you can kiss my ass!)
When you’ve finally got it going, show 'em prove what you’re about — tell 'em
(You can kiss my ass — kiss, kiss my ass!)
I wake up late for school
And I don’t wanna go
Cause I’m doin' all the things
That my Mom don’t wanna know so
Teacher, teacher tell me how you do it
You find a different way everday to say I’m stupid
Night school, summer school, after-school detention
A list of bad apples and my name is getting mentioned
Cause I learn a little different
Plus I’m young and I’m restless
But I ain’t on the path
To the Department of Corrections
Upon further inspection
Observe rap perfection
I know I’m gonna win
Like a rigged up election
Yet I’m seated in the section for a dunce
Looks like I do the same grade more than once
Find me with the rejects, the drunks, and the flunks
But I stay making music that bumps in the trunks
So ahead of the class
Write a rap so fast
Anywhere in the world
I don’t need no pass
When they say stop dreaming and get a real job
(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)
And when they say get real, stop reaching for the clouds
(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)
When there’s a hater in the house, tryin' to fill your mind with doubts — tell
'em
(You can kiss my ass — you can kiss my ass!)
When you’ve finally got it going, show 'em prove what you’re about — tell 'em
(You can kiss my ass — kiss my ass!)
Kiss my ass brother-fucker