[Verse 1]
Finesse, Im fresher than Crest
Trying to get some breast
You an F on the test, Im straight A’s
In other words yes Im the best
Im make a mess of the rest
Been on the bench like some chest
Don’t flex, no chess but you can get checked mate
Lets the refs ref, and let the spectators spectate
Let the players play, been in the game since the sex tape
From Kim K, bars been locked check the arrest rate
You been gay, floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a Stingray, feels like its summer time
Singing on a spring day Im running rhyme
Pick me up another dime
Whats your bitches favorite song?
Its probably one of mine
Yeah, And I do this every day
Really Really on my Kevin Gates
I never play
I hotter than the devil having hates
I levitate
I 6 son like 7 8
Dressed to the nines
Trying to snag a 10 who like it best from behind
Why you all stressed I’m just fine
Im next in the line, ‘cuz I finesse with the rhymes
Yeah I finesse all the time
[Verse 2]
Finesse ‘em, stepping up to the plate wit it
Leave it clean, Im eating until the steak finished
Guillotine, Im chopping up all the fakes spitting
Trying to play it the way Ye and Jay did it
Not yet signed but I still Roc-A-Fella
I could tell ya not still smoking boges at the shopping center
Wrote raps instead of math notes yeah they pass jokes
Yeah I pass trough
Im an asshole I know

[Outro]
But it don’t stop
Now it don’t stop
No I don’t stop
Aye aye no I dont stop