[Verse: May Rock]
Mic check 1,2, listen real close
Yeah, lyrical exercise like Pilates
Flow tighter than the (bleep) of both of the Iannotti's
My flows are unimaginable Secret Life of Walter Mitty
My raps are royal, and that's word to Kansas City
I might be young but my rap game's at its peak
Your life was a mistake your dad's pull out game was weak
I got two sides to me like I'm Peter Parker
My lyrics make you confused like I'm Carl Greene's barber
I've been tryna tell people one day that I'd go ham
But they don't like me so they just unfollow me on instagram, bitch
Serve the murkin' to you, like I'm a waiter
And when you ask "Who's your Daddy?", you can call me Darth Vader
I keep it quiet so it's easy to overlook me
A veteran in the game, but to me you look like a rookie
I smh, wtf cuz no females are dtf
It's unreal the way I ball but my phone plan still MetroPCS
But they say that patience is a virtue
Because it's free banco and he's out way past his curfew
Call me a role model, cause you wanna rap like me
Slangin chickens out my whip like I work for KFC
I can be seen hangin with my dogs like Pluto
I should be XXL, no medium Theresa Caputo
And ickin these raps is easier than making Racquel pop
And I know cuz I keep one eye on the girls like Fetty Wap
Too far? Well that’s the truth man, don't ever catch me frontin'
These girls been in more laps than the Indy 500
Sloppy glazing mad cakes she gets from groupon
Like she glazed all the guys on Matt Sylvia's futon
Go box like UPS, got people still hating
Y'all haters just bitches with dicks like Caitlyn
Yes I’m in the game, fuck 12, no TB
Oh, you nearsighted? Cause you can't see me
That's John Cena, selling out arenas
You know these bars I'm spittin been hotter than Argentina
All about that Triple H, health, haters, and hoes
And I got good wood like I'm working at Lowe's
Hoe, you know, I won't stop until it's over
You said you played the game, but the machine just ate your quarter
I'm coming at you like a concealed weapon like I'm a missile
These drama starters still talkin about me and Alyssa
Like are you single, are you with her, did she leave you, are you bitter
Did you get it, can I hit her up and follow her on Twitter, ha
Wonder why every girl I talk to turn my girlfriend
Bitch I keep it G, one hunnid till the world end
People like Andres try to challenge me, no crossbar
But he know that I could cross him up with every single bar
It's all a joke, I still roast his ass on social media
I got 4 more years with him to be a big comedian
You know what they say, when you drink the booze you lose
Forget what you had done like it's Spencer Taylors boob luge
But don't follow your dreams, follow her on Twitter
I know the second people hear this track they gon' be bitter
I'll prolly never see you guys again, I'm off to college or...
If you fuck with me, gimme some brain that'd be knowledgeable
Fuck with me I murk you with these bars, that's the outcome
And lately my dick's been harder than a lot of people's albums, peace

[Outro: May Rock & Marshawn Lynch]
Man, I just had to get some shit off my chest
But if you ain’t rocking with it, then you ain’t with it
And if you can’t take a joke then you really ain’t with it
Ay, I’m just here so I don’t get fined