Intro:

Like the butcher, you want beef, I'm a buffalo

Stuck in quarantine, yeah, I'm fucking stuck at home

You don't know the number on my fucking phone

But you know my number all time, yeah number one

These rappers bite the flows like fucking mosquitoes

When he clocks, tick tock, uh your time is coming close

But when it hits midnight the day I'm dropping

New music Friday, damn right that he fucking knows

Hook:

Woah, let him know, it's getting so pathetic

No, they jealous hoes, just let it go

But all this time spent at home's

Had my mind left to roam

That's the death of thе old me

This poetic mode

I nеver told my precious soul to ever grow

But now I'm the best in the show, you already know

Had endless flows and rhyme schemes in my genetic code

To my dreaded foes who envy me, I ain't sparing no one

Verse 1:

They hate the jazz rap and every other sub-genre

They hate the lyrical with the double entendres

Hate the conscious with layers like a lasagne

Say those kind of bars are corny, I'm just having fun, partner

Old heads hate the trap, guess they can't have fun either

I'll admit I was once that but I've grown, realer

Fuck the critics, take it for what it is and enjoy it

Shit's annoying, just use your ears, bitch and don't research

Don't over think shit, shout out to Kenny

Cause I butchered this beat, yeah shout out to Benny

He made the album of the year for me in 2020

I just hope I can be that for some in 2021

But I guess this ain't an album, it's a mixtape

My debut, this a breakthrough in how I spit flames

Got to make do with what I can do till days

When I improve, yeah, time and effort brought me this way

On this path, shit's mad

This that and the other

Strayed further from where I started, this change in the weather

Has made me discover that maybe that's better

The old me was what I wanted to get a-

-way from, since age 1 1, I been changing

Just slightly, I never noticed until I made an

Effort to think shit through

Now, this shit new

Did so much dumb shit, yeah I'm pissed at you, me

All the regrets make life feel like a movie

You need ups and downs but guess this is my youth

See it's fine, your brain ain't developed until you're 25

In 2025, I'll be 19, I'm miles away

This ain't an excuse, still I'm to blame

I want to get this off my chest so I don't lie awake

And waste my time today so life ain't pain

Cause they copy everything I do like Simon says

Hook:

Woah, let him know, it's getting so pathetic

No, they jealous hoes, just let it go

But all this time spent at home's

Had my mind left to roam

That's the death of the old me

This poetic mode

I never told my precious soul to ever grow

But now I'm the best in the show, you already know

Had endless flows and rhyme schemes in my genetic code

To my dreaded foes who envy me, I ain't sparing no one

Outro:

Beware of the man who speaks in hands like Gaster

Beware of my fucking blaster

Don't beware of the man who just tries to rap faster

Beware of the man who got more lines than classwork

Why they care more bout the greed than they care bout me

Couldn't believe it wasn't gouda than the fucking cheese

God edam, I'm why they pray, no one upping me

I'm right next to number 2 but I ain't the number three