[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna be fly, whatever that means
Overpriced clothes never seemed to make me happy
Don't have tatts of clouds or shooting stars
And my lines mention cartoons, I won't be going far
I'm from Brooklyn, that's the only + that's on my resume
Bound to be a flop and forgotten in your yesterday
Never wore shades cuz I want to see the world
You could try to hide it all but you ain't Secret Squirrel
I smoke on occasion, not every situation
Cuz that costs money and I know my limitations
5 days a week you'll see me on the grind
I never sold crack or lied in my rhymes
Talk is cheap, I blame my father's gold teeth
Rapping bout this and that but still I don't see
That's crazy but maybe I should ask humanity
Do you prefer fantasy or your own reality?

[Verse 2]
Should I conform to get yall to listen?
Thousand eyes on me like I was Relinquish
Every song about bitches, bitches & bitches
Label it heartbreak and sell it to the women
And rap about the Infrareds and UNLV's
Solely for the sneakerheads like my kicks define me
That club shit is cool, I'm really antisocial
I'd rather bring a girl home and take revealing photos
Everything ain't champagne, rarely get the top shelf
Stuck in hangovers now I'm similar to Ed Helms
Got a thing for money and shit I never saw before
No one really knows what I truly have in store
If I be me and talk about my past
Will they pull a Norrin Rad and hop on board?
I don't know they're treating me like Troy in this Community
But ima Pierce through the hate & change their minds musically
[Verse 3]
I've learned to understand doubt
Why try to fit in when you standout?
Pretty soon they gon have they hands out
Those who ain't believe must of been on death row
Cuz now their on their knees repenting for before
If I blow, I gotta scratch some shit up off my checklist
Like get my favorite artists on a record
Fuck going HAM I'll behead them
Then everyone will learn their lesson
I am not to be messed with
Every hit explosive like I'm writing Tekken
And I don't mess with gangs cuz I've got my own henchmen
Label me bubble gum? Better be Bazooka Joe
Tryna improve but is there any room to grow?
Not on that chain shit
Yeah I want a whip but I'm slaveless
Born a man I never had to change shit
I'm guaranteed to hold power like Pete Petrelli
Fuck if the people get me, see the world like Hyūga Neji