[Verse 1: P.O.S.]
Hey I'm a flash in a class of my own
A disaster with thoughts overblown
I massacre average crap
With a head so advanced
I was kicked out of school, never warned
Picked out, red flagged as a dirt bag
Sick fuck, punk with a rat in his book bag
Pig pen with a head full of deal with it
Mouth full of fuck that, no concealing it
In the burbs where the words don't sting
Cause the birds and the boss and cops don't think
You could tell who the fink, who the joke, who the link
Who's that? and who thinking you a criminal
Simply cause you're black cause they lack the respect from the get
So you act like a maniac
Laugh at the way they act
Passion is aimed at another map
Outta here fast
Match to the gas
No looks back

[Hook: Sims (P.O.S.)]
Relay, relate it all culminate
(Friends in the headphones
Fam in the headphones)
[Interlude: ??? (Lizzo)]
Going dummy for prices at commissary
Devices for commentary
[?] is kind of scary
(Gimme money, put it in my tummy
Eating up)
Counting off all of my cherries
For [?] in the promissory
Permission for intermissions
Remissions for competition
To make 'em listen

[Verse: P.O.S.]
Listen
Friends in the headphones
Fam in the headphones
Manage the rest let it bump
See the culture is dead wrong
Angular headstrong
All the way past y'all run
When I gotta
Rather walk briskly
Punch when I gotta
Rather talk slickly
Shift quick Honda
Accord accordingly
When I wanna
Your norm is boring me
My norm's exploring, G
I implore you to enjoy any road you see
I mean, what's yours? All it
It's your call
A cop at the door stall it
Kicks on out the back
And off that
Rather sit pretty
Punch if you gotta
Running this city
Running this city
Yeah, running this shit
Tryna bring it all [?]
[Interlude:??]
[???]

[Verse: Sims]
I read the future in my palms then washed my hands
I don't do what it takes anymore I demand
Paid for it patiently
Now I'm done waiting
It's mine for the taking
Breaking every TV station
Yelling all hail Satan
Just to watch them shake
Yeah, I changed the shape
I'm a monster trying to swear to a rhyme[?]
Dropped out of college cause I couldn't afford it
Now I do shows at that college and that college pays my mortgage
Call it what you want but I call it gorgeous
You keep on foraging on collagen and corn
I've pushed the pedal to the floor ever since I was born
No code to break no need to wait
Relay, relate it all culminates in a (fuck that)
Grabbing on my nut sack
Fuck rap, my new plan is
A new planet
I don't even even live here, damnit
Update your status, fuckface I've had it
And it don't mean much
And it don't mean much
Just grab my nuts