[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing the one and only 8RAE
(Who?)

[Verse 1]
I'm kinda feeling like the shit
You gotta love it, though
Was making beats in class, I didn’t make the honor roll
B-R-A-E, that's with an 8
Word to the Mamba, ho
The best artist you haven't heard
But soon, they’re gonna wanna know
Like Reagan McNeil, I'll turn the heads up on the block
And once I make the cheese, I'll have 'em lookin' like Sherlock
And soon I'll fly 'round overseas, they'll know me Cali to Bangkok
Tight with the guillotine, Khabib, I’ll put the game in a headlock, watch

[Chorus]
I’ma shakе the room, I'll make ’em talk
Soon as I pull up to thе spot, I'll make 'em flock
They better mock, so they can watch
Bitch, what you know 'bout this?
Bitch, you don’t know a thing about this
(Bitch, what you know-know-know?)
[Interlude]
And that's not all, folks
He looks like he has one more trick up his sleeve
Just when you thought he was done, he's got more

[Verse 2]
Same pair of J's, I'm still the coldest in the room
Humble, but I mask my ego like I'm Doom
I don't like to talk my shit, but this beat made me wanna fume
Float like a butterfly, the boy is emerging from his cocoon
Simbo hit me with a beat, felt obligated to consume (Oh my God)
In this mirage, I am a pool, my songs ain't no illusion
I feel like Noah, they assume, until the wave here and moving
Don't wanna hear 'em when the checks drop, all my music deadstock
If you ain't gon' feel it, then it's cool 'cause

[Chorus]
I'ma shake the room, I'll make 'em talk
Soon as I pull up to the spot, I'll make 'em flock
They better mock, so they can watch
Bitch, what you know 'bout this?
Bitch, you don't know a thing about this
(Bitch, what you know-know-know?)