[Verse 1: FR33STYLE]
My rhymes sublime, get it?
I'm talking top of the line
I'm in front, but not frontin'
Just stuntin' and bumpin'
Still on the hunt so I'm not sophomore slumpin'
To be blunt, I'm pumpin' out the hits, not buntin'
How much recovery you need from my punchlines?
Cause I hope you caught 'em all when they flew by you last time
Yeah, my lines can be sly, but how fly am I?
Just enough to get by?
Nah, I'll go with Kanye and touch the sky
And still remain a shy guy
And show up when the smoke clears like CyHi
You know even when I'm down I lie high
So take out your phone and capture this moment
Where I own it before it passes by
Oh! There it goes, better wave goodbye
And brave the escapade that leaves so many strayed
But my doubters can barely cling to me so I blow them off
I played the game and got the save and told 'em off
I watched 'em fade and wrote 'em off like they got sprayed by Raid
And now my fans they crave my lines, they're quoting off their favorite
Cause when I'm going off, they savor it
And they never have to pay for it when I'm showing off my tricks of the trade
Flowing off so hot I should hand you my pair of shades
Cause this is heated with mad skill, call it a tirade
Cause this is too hot for an intro
Just a little something for anyone who forgot all the info