[Verse]
I came thru, slide into the scene I was vibing clean
Some motherfuckers got the balls to try and fight with me
But as far as my eye can see, your sight unseen
Rhyme sprees are non existent to y’all, you best not try with me
The Young Skywalker but no one can fly with me
Young villain, drums kickin, your eyes closed no Slum Village
One vision, spit retarded dumb writtens
Cunts spittin on fun rhythms, you’re young pigeons, I’m just kidding
You know the stats for the coldest rappers I’m bold and passive
Flow to max, bag it, I back it to turn these quotes to cash
Loaded raps ovеrlaps the features, no photographs
Pеrhaps these phonographs packed with vocal tracks are doper than that
Fuck a cone or a pack, they may be some to spit
They think they’re sicker, smother em, James Sunderland
Aching pains in my rear, bars born from the wishes
Your boy back and he wanna kill you dogs for the riches
I stand high with a pen on the right hand side
You know my darts are the bomb cause I always land mine
Damn fine, and sly, I'm rockin' like a landslide
You say your dope but your grams dry
Greater than Gatsby, got the drive of a cabbie
I’m Travie Bickel, have me kill fools and gladly spit drool
And actually I rip tools, grammatically I flick ghouls
Dramatically satisfactory, and a bit cruel
I wasn’t feeling all the diamond rings, quote on quote finer things
Focus on the dope on dope Midas brings
B triple T, couldn’t think a tighter beat
I'm ravenous for heat, wake up like “It’s time to eat”
Pick apart raps with the sickest bars, no cap
Click a star. fit to starve on tracks like Monad
Wicked heart quick to start ripping shit apart
It’s an art, this is your quick alarm cunt flow back