[Verse 1]
Uh, I need some closure now, my past is too loud
And there's no telling it to turn it down
This one got stan
Feet to the ground, paper to the pen
Made their finger to the air, all eyes on Th@ kid
Usually, I'm used to bitches going cookoo
Fuck Chanel, I ain't see how that shit was useful
Crown from the mixtapes, king of the new school
Laughing at the peasants playing loose like a loose tooth
Young man gotta get that tight
And if you want to rule the game you gotta play that right
If you want to be tomorrow, gotta be tonight
But for now, take a sea and watch Th@ Kid light mics

[Chorus]
And watch Th@ Kid light mics
(Yeah, and watch Th@ Kid light mics)
(Yeah, and watch Th@ Kid light mics)
Look

[Post-Chorus]
Too many songs saying "I saved hip hop"
But not enough screaming "I love hip hop"
You gotta feel Th@ Kid rap
You gotta hear Th@ Kid talk
[Verse 2]
Feelin' new to the game I ain't even gotta save yet
I know there's a save check from now to famous
Strobe lights, we in the sports cars
Appeared the dreams, that's [?], instead of yours, so
I'm doing what I got to do to get 'em
Until I'm yellow pesto roasting through your city (What?)
I'ma be Th@ Kid, and, you can be the petty, telling them
"Go get they shine box they so [?]"
(Tell 'em "Go get they shine box, they so [?]")