-Verse 1-
Okay now listen to the man on a mission
I know you know from my pigment my tradition is spitting, fitting for the infants
I give quote unquote musicians positions as my assistants
I’m cringing at y’all’s commitment, ambitions of yours is fiction
Now I know rap beef’s traditional, but I follow no principle
Pitiful how this imbecile’s pinnacle’s just my minimal
Typical rhyme of syllables, silly bitch ain’t original
Really might tell my doc I need medicinal, my back hurting
I been working till my head is bursting
Birthing hella rhymes
Learning names of unworthy women ‘cause I know hella dimes
Burning pics of returning women, don’t waste a fella time
Merging what I learned so permanently signing better lines
Student of thе game, stay outta my lane
Wonder why thеy still don’t know my name
Is my fame hiding in plain
(Sike!) Won't go to doubting this, legends don’t come up overnight
Know I’ll see them fuckers recognize this deadly left and right
Yeah that’s me

-Verse 2-
Almost 19, 5 feet, 10 inches tall
Sometimes I like weed, but y’all know I don’t drink at all
And so it’s likely, if you see me with alcohol
I picked no poison bitch, I’m running up with Molotovs
Toss it to the doors first, window to the left dispersed
This person got it worst, he saw the shit land by his foot and burst
I’m both back and black, on beats I seem more adamant
I show tracks no lack, that’s why this sounds extravagant
To go back is so wack, I ain’t improve on accident
Tear this beat like I’m mad at it, borderline just attacking it
Smacking it up and some outdated pun about Rihanna
Now twist me a blunt just like my hairdresser every month
I’m hearing the cunt, grunting like troglodytes trynna front
But stay in the back ‘cause stats say I would crack him if I go to hunt
Proceed with caution, with awesomeness
Flex my dominance
They recognize the kid that had no confidence
Yeah that’s me

-Verse 3-
And yes I’m very toxic, I once blocked a chick
‘Cause while she hopped dick she wouldn’t stop watching some fucking goth flick
Then saw her in Hot Topic, a pocket of guitar picks
Said sorry lemme borrow this: a pick just for my new bitch
I’m no misogynist, I think you all are objects in a path to glory
Y’all gon know my story by 2040
48 states at the least will know that Cut’s a beast
And even these fickle hating n***as stuck as lemon squeezed
And I’m pleased with that heard from a rat
Haters criticize out loud but they praise me behind my back
And that’s that kinda status you make for yourself in rap
I’m bout as comfortable in verses as domesticated cats
You must admit this flow smooth as hell for a rampage
It’s God’s plan this man’s expanding through the landscape
This royal flush, I’m the only king in the hand played
No question to just who’s the dude chasing the grand stage
Yeah that’s me