I am not a Lyricist Lyrics – Baby Keem

Read the full I am not a Lyricist lyrics by Baby Keem from the album Ca$ino along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Baby Keem’s music, you can also explore House Money and Good Flirts, two other songs by Baby Keem.

[Verse 1: Baby Keem]
I am not a lyricist
Couldn’t move mountains so I aimed for the pyramids
Speaking from experience, I would tell my favorite girl, “Please take me serious”
Now she wanna fu*k my girl ’cause she bicurious
Mama called me bipolar, grandma called me “Booman”
Drügs in my baby stroller, needles in the playground sand
My auntie making love to the ice cream man
A child with the wolves, everyday I am
That slot machine that nobody held
N!ggas gamble with they life, scared to bet on themsеlves
My grandma gave me a kеyboard when I was twelve

Connie got me out the group home when I was six
Too many alcoholics around when grandma went to jail
I was sure I wouldn’t be found, should’ve stayed with Jarrell

[Break: Baby Keem]
This is for the foster children, for the runaways
For the Underworld and the underpaid

[Verse 2: Baby Keem]
Living in them projects made me digest
Neighbors that played victim and carried on my stress
They don’t call it Sin City for nothing
Either you jumping off a building ’cause you’re broke or you’re fu*king
Five hundred for an escort and she does it all
Walking out the hotel in nothing but drawers
My uncle sagging with his prostitute
Words slurring off that Absolut Vodka
Serving my mother was his attribute, watch her
Looking at me, then call me out my name, trauma
Thought it was normal but we was estranged
I wish we never came to Vegas from Long Beach
On the Strip with them demons and they all plotted on me
Everything ’bout that dirty desert took you away
County jails in the morning, promise you that I wait

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
I am not a lyricist, I am just a ba*tard child, here to experiment
Everything I’ve written down, just for the temperament
This is me thinking out loud for the conspiracists
Please pardon my sentiment, I am not a lyricist
I am not here to play off words, truly here for my voice to be heard
And ‘fore I go one day, I put my life on the verge, trust

[Refrain: Citizen Cope]
Boy, call that Cadillac, sleeping in the hatchback
Overcoming genises, serenading, serenading
Now you know who to point that million dollar camera at
Overcoming genises, serenading, serenading

[Bridge: Baby Keem]
Driving around, can have the car all day
When the desert calls, I think about you all day
That’s okay, that’s okay
That’s okay, that’s okay
Driving around, can have the car all day
‘Cause every time that I’m around means you serving, oh
That’s okay, that’s okay
That’s okay, that’s okay

[Verse 3: Baby Keem]
From the strongest made in this life is never mistaking my greatest achievements is being highly dangerous
Lord, keep me strong, welcome to Ca, this is a day we all waited on
The conscious I possess is for the exes that never moved on
You understand that foundation that the castle’s built on
TVs on the ground so I can’t sit calm
Back when my favorite white boy had a good song
I’m inspired by the ones who inspired Bs to build valleys
Or the troops in the dark alleys, patiently waiting for the day they can feed
Serving dinner to the dope fiend, another child eats alone

[Outro: Baby Keem]
This is for the foster children, for the runaways
For the Underworld and the underpaid
Underpaid-underpaid-underpaid-underpaid
Underpaid-underpaid-underpaid-underpaid