[Verse 1]
You don't even know that I'm going to be the best
Gonna give you flow, do you need a little rest?
Think you got speed?
Must be on weed
I'mma do a creed
Let me feed you what you need
Yes, skill
This is what it looks like
Skill
Balancing all the books like crunching the numbers
Yeah both of you lose
Me rapping fast has the very best views
I'm not the kind of guy to feel ignored
More like bored
But gotta wonder why you would fall short of real sports
But bro, why you gotta do a thing like this
When I speed it up you know you're dismissed
Why you gotta be like we don't exist?
When I am number 1
And you're not on the list
I don't even have to fast rap right now
Nope
I don't even have to rap fast right now
Nope
Gonna speed it up with a sonic speed sprint
I'm going to own you now give up
And I will be your pimp
Gotta gotta gotta
Be the one to have the better babble
Gotta back it up because I brag about my game of Scrabble
Gonna be the one to demo, how you didn't get the memo
I've been running circles, you been trying to get me with your elbow
Everything is wetter when you're better, get a letter
Would you let her be the setter?
Would you volly every hottie?
Would you smoke your potty?
Would you play her Pavarotti
In a yellow Maserati?
Would you do karate?
Wrapping the rappin' you get a slappin'
A slap in the face
And may I remain
I just wanna play a refrain
Because I'm a singer, not a rapper
Not an Ed Sheeran
Turning hater to clapper
OH YEAH!