[Intro: Aquaman show]

[Verse 1]
Here to save the rap game like a pitcher
Batting average too crazy, nick swisher
Rolling j’s, smokin swishers, wouldn’t do it but I’m right here wit cha
Had my heart wasted like beer my core is light
And they serve beef like it’s food no wonder why they knew it was fight
I feast burgers, I’m a fucking king when it comes to slaying mics
I’m finna take em on a flight so high in the sky on sight, no kite
Flowing like lava it’s goin down
Them hands be doin the waving ain’t no way for backing down, not now
All I ever wanted to see is millions in the crowd goin crazy from my rapping, singing all of it aloud
Then my body be in amazement from the arising sound oh my oh wow
Don’t fuck wit my element, you gon get fucked from this tidal wave
Stacked wit packs of rhythm rhymed lines filled upon punches and I eat in luncheons

[Chorus]
Sons Of Poseidon know all the Waves be colliding
Tell me how motherfuckers gon be survivin’
Cooking up that heat, no microwave
It’s all on the stove, the oven
We blushing, McDonald’s we love it
The haters gon hate over nothing, fuck it
Exposed our true colors but still no bluffin’
These pretty ladies are like bugs, I’m steady crushing’
You know MC finna attack the wack rap
[Interlude: Aquaman show]

[Verse 2]
I think it’s time for a relapse
Crazy but my favorite artist is running outta raps
Meanwhile, I’m comin’ out savage, typing in all caps
Bring it back, clap back
Do you really think I deserve a good slap?
It’s real funny but true
They been savage it’s so tragic but true
Just do what you gotta do and do you
I’m telling a story, I ain’t mister teacher
I know these females get sneaky tricky no Easter more Halloween
This world get a little scary the shit I see on a daily is crazy
No time to chop it up, chop me up some apple pie slices
Who would invite the guy that’s nice who you went out wit last night despite the moods just didn’t feel right
Maybe he needa go, maybe that Sunday drive just isn’t meant
Poor time spent, I don’t sing beer bongs and Bentley’s
I post what’s necessary on social media then pass the word like Malone
I’ve got many assists from the many I don helped boast they career
You can say I done my part, no point of stealing bread from another, imposter
Please stop the Kevin Costner, that Hollywood shit ain’t for me
I’m goin to church, I’m praying for the ones who lost a life and ain’t living a life they was accustomed too

[Chorus]
Sons Of Poseidon know all the Waves be colliding
Tell me how motherfuckers gon be survivin’
Cooking up that heat, no microwave
It’s all on the stove, the oven
We blushing, McDonald’s we love it
The haters gon hate over nothing, fuck it
Exposed our true colors but still no bluffin’
These pretty ladies are like bugs, I’m steady crushing’
You know MC finna attack the wack rap
[Verse 3]
The blueprint was never blue it’s damn near clear that I can see it wit my two damn eyes
So surprised but my vision is blurry set aside fake shit
Like n***as and bitches wit face lift, Botox
I’m outta breath I need oh oxi gen
Who got the power to beat me?
Who got the vision to see me?
Nah wait hold up, it’s no one
It’s no one, it’s no one