Catch a breeze

Chillin under trees

I know they ain't ready I got something up my sleeve

She tell me I'm hot. I tell her I agree

Rapping school like Young Rock

Lemme show you my degrees

A-S-A-P Imma take it to the T-O-P

Oh Gee! Don't need you to carry me

ABC's doing it till I'm deceased

Effortlessly fluent you and your crew sayin jeez

H-I to competition they look elementary

Oh please, mind your q's and p's when you hangin round me

I could do it through to Z

But I gotta catch a Z

J.K. like I'm Rowling I ain't got no time sleep

If rhymes were legs I'd be a millipede

Low key bare mans tell me that they feeling me

Say I'm tryna get put on, is that a possibility?

Blow up on your own that ain't my responsibility

I'm tryna get my bread up

I'm tryna fill my pocket while you tryna fill your red cup

Ain't ready to step up

I been plotting patiently when they tell me I'm next up

Winnin is on my agenda, and I ain't gon break a sweat (uh)

You better break out a sweater

I'm balling like Hoodie Melo

The layup jelly you jealous

Couldn't grasp it with hands like Kawhi Leonard

Y'all turtles. I'm Master Splinter

Y'all dripping. I'm cool as winter

Weaker than 7 days, you lame

Enter the game. Nobody safe

I'm sharp as a razor blade. Who's tryna catch a fade

Blade coming down like an episode of chopped

Flowing off the top and you know I never stop