I am not a Lyricist Lyrics

[Verse 1: Baby Keem]

I am not a lyricist

Couldn't move mountains so I aimed for the pyramids

Speakin' from experience

I would tell my favorite girl, "Please take me serious"

Now she wanna fuck my girl 'cause she bicurious

Mama called me bipolar, grandma called me "Booman"

Drugs in my baby stroller, needles in the playground sand

My auntie makin' love to the ice cream man

A child with the wolves, everyday I am

That slot machine that nobody held

Niggas 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]

Livin' in them projects made me digest

Neighbors that played victim and carried on my stress

They don't call it Sin City for nothin'

Either you jumpin' off a building 'cause you're broke or you're fuckin'

Five hundred for an escort, and she does it all

Walkin' out the hotel in nothin' but drawers

My uncle saggin' with his prostitute

Words slurrin' off that Absolut Vodka

Servin' my mother was his attribute, watch her

Lookin' 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 mornin', promise you that I wait

[Chorus: Baby Keem]

I am not a lyricist, I am just a bastard child, here to experiment

Everything I've written down, just for the temperament

This is me thinkin' 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, sleepin' in the hatchback

Overcomin' geniuses, serenadin', serenadin'

Now you know who to point that million dollar camera at

Overcomin' geniuses, serenadin', serenadin'

[Bridge: Baby Keem]

Drivin' 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

Drivin' around, can have the car all day

'Cause every time that I'm around means you servin', 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 mistakin' my greatest achievements is bein' highly dangerous

Lord, keep me strong, welcome to Ca$ino, 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

Servin' 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

Album - Ca$ino (Physical Version) (2026) By Baby Keem, Danja