[Verse 1]

Yeah

I'm comin' with flows sweeter than flapjacks
Facts when I blast raps these rappers take catnaps
Lying how they have stacks my syntax is crispy custard
That Lamp City tee on my back lookin' crispy custom
Mad flustered fuck the game it's so ruptured
Fifteen fuck my spleen was so ruptured
Nineteen fuck your dreams I want buster numbers
When I fuck stay bustin' nuts
Fuck split ends up like fuck it's crusted
Throw water on my raps but I still won't rust
I never grow old or fade out or pick up dust
So I trust that my album gon' blow the fuck up like
Woah!
I'm in the zone fuck Popo we rollin' up just to go and fuck with the ozone
I'm writin' poems chillin' with Janet
She ask me "Will you eat the pussy up?"
I ask her if it's organic
And I'm sure that my words offensive
I spent mad time on this shit hence fucking up friendships
Suspense for the free p cent donations
I'm tweetin' Lamp City shit, and I'm on vacation
They never wanna see me on top like everybody else
Made it in the basement though a loner by my fuckin' self
Don't fuck with anybody 'less you hear me sayin' it
I'm sprayin' it, rappers playin' games arcadin' it
Stay a bitch, fuck your raps you're not sayin' shit
Peep the fuckin' concepts on my album 'for you say a diss
Said many times but I'll say this shit again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
It's Lamp City bitch

Yeah