Part I
I’m better than Kendrick
I’m better them Em
I said it I meant it
My style is eccentric
It smells like God
It is heaven-scent and
My flow’s transcendent
It’s divine I came to save the game and
I was born with a Gift
(hol up wait, yea)
I was born with a Blessing
I can do anything when I just think it
When I got a pencil I’m God
I can rap fast with understandable clarity
And y’all barely know what syllables are
I can lay out five singles about my music
And childhood and drop each on the
17th of a certain month
With the final one on my 18th birthday
Yea I ain’t a Little Child
I can do anything
-Wait you’re still wondering what’s on that cover art?
Weren’t you paying attention?
I can do anything
Man, I just take it too far
I rhyme full verses, kör även på svenska
My wordplay’s sicker than yall's
I can rap In reverse I’m [I'm swerving barriers]
When I got a pencil I’m God!

Part II
I can do anything when I just think it
I’m just connecting the dots
Of creativity and create narratives originating just
From snippets of thought
But the thing that’s scary is I’m limited to just the
Margin of the pad I’m scribbling on
But I can’t do nothing bout my numbers dropping
And it got me considering
Quitting it all!