(Verse 1)
It’s Ty'Jule, He the ultimate spitter
He not a counterfitter, He litter rappers
He don’t like bitter apples, they is a disease
Paparazzi get better captures of his attackers
As he get into bitter battles, he is a firecracker
Fangirls who is fanatic, they cause static
When the sun shine, some find that he run fine
Come to his haunted house so you can get punted out
Ty'Jule ride cool, he feel good that he fried fools
He is open minded, he is not close minded
He don’t need to please people, you see he lethal
He rather be underrated than overrated
People say he the best, it’s debated
He never faded, and he never traded
We waited for him as he created a monster
(Verse 2)
They said “Ty'Jule isn't lyrical”
Ain't that a miracle?
Nah, I’m playing, I’m being satirical
I don’t care about fame, I came in without shame
The crowds came to see me as I look dreamy
Yo, I wish this genie will get out my Lamborghini
I desire not to be tired, but I spit fire
I inspired your favorite rapper, I didn’t retire
Don’t dare compare yourself to me
Beware of me, I’m a nightmare who light hairs
I don’t steal flows, I’m a real pro
I break backbones on my own, I can do it alone
Your rap career Is a paradox, but mine's not
My nose grow when I tell stories and tell the truth
I chase money, buy ice cream, and have a nice dream
I put Jack in a box, then, look at Boondocks