Grab the microphone, flow like a cyclone
Hit the booth with abuse and the kid might go
Right home, to his room, figure where the light glow
When he hop up on a track, it's like he going psycho
And it seems that ambition isn't missing
It's just clearer is his vision
He's efficient on a mission for revision
Definition of the rap game
Listen to the Lil's, that's lame, unless your last name is Carter
Let me slow it down so you can hear it sharper
Fuck up these tracks, like I'm a trash barber
Bitch I got more sauce, you should call up tartar
You want war, I got beef like a fucking farmer
Spent two on my shirt, you could call me Nate Robinson
Built like a leviathan, yeah she got me vomiting
Said you need some oxygen, cause my rhymes astonishing
This beat slap harder than my homie Jonathan
Rolling up a zombie, but we ain't talking flatbush
She said that I'm the best, but I told her "I ain't that good"
I just let it flow, jotting rhymes in my scrapbook
Talking shit about me, finna smoke you like a Backwood
Took a trip to Puerto Rico, in a foreign beetle
Riding with a niner, and I ain't talking Nico
Smoking on a blunt, holes burnt in my tuxedo
Spanish women on me, going "despacito"
She looking at me funny cause I told her "muy bonito"
Got her in my room, now she suck like a mosquito
If you fuck with me, catch these hands, call me Deebo
You don't know about it bitch, pop out to my districto
I got demons running around like they strapped up with an AK
If they get too close, I'ma have to pull a Tay-K
Boutta go more viral than the tape with Kim and Ray J
Shit it's going down, y'all better yell "mayday"
Tell me why the best die young
There's a war going on, suggest you invest in a gun
And a vest for your chest, homies quick to be sprung
Cash on Supreme and lean, that shit's got you slumped
Y'all sleeping on a boy, call me "Mr. Air Mattress"
Bands on my stacks, and they stretching like elastic
Take a look at my bitch, yeah she is the baddest
Gonna blow up, I'ma make it with this rap shit
RIP to Steez, and the shout goes out to Joey
You don't fucking know me, so quit acting like we homies
I'ma steal your bitch, and I'm finna make her blow me
I'm the best in Bluffton, all you rappers are below me
Headass, hahaha