Young Justin Moola Baby

Ima young justin millionaire, reppin this scene widout a care, compare my hair, your impaired, i got a flare, without a scare, im the head chair, so dont come near me, they dont hear me but they scare me, they dont know me, im so needy.
yeah
im one for the little guy
i save the small french fry
dont even try
to tell me you eat meat
thats a nasty feat
i eat tofu as my treat
i mosh so hard
they call me the local bard
there aint nowhere that im barred
i dont need a guard
i use my shard
to discard
and then bombard
and then regard
cuz i got some serious disregard

mothafuckin im scene

I wear tight pants
cuz they gave me an emo grant
i dont give implants
i only preform transplants.
im the master of all chants
you all follow this rhyme like ants.

when you think justin think
just think dont blink
dont wink
dont sync
dont sink
you might want to rethink
fuck what youve heard
this is what your hearing.
this is what there feeling.

My metaphors are weak
just like how your futures bleak
ive been reppin all week
and i aint gonna stop
cuz i aint speakin greek
notice my technique
its not all that unique
you can catch me in mozambique
my life's already peaked.

I heard gods voice once
when he spoke
he said to take another toke
but dont smoke
dont do coke
life aint a joke
he said to not provoke 
cuz if i did
he would evoke something good
and just as fast revoke
and if i did it again he would invoke
something worse
not a curse
something diverse
he mentioned reimburse

so i took that shit to heart
i played it smart
i wrote my art
i did my part
like a new start
but with that said apart
i did depart
from what he said
i didnt do coke i didnt smoke

i just took a different path
that lead to the same place
his words i did not embrace
this was just a disgrace
he lent me grace
and i threw it all out.
thats what this rhymes all about.
so i shout my doubt
and became devout.