[Verse 1]

Fifth mixtape gotta flex for a minute

All my new tracks coming and it sound so different

I been cooking in the kitchen

Literally, like I been making fried rice and enchiladas

But my best dish guac

Meaning that I get that green no guap

Meaning that I get that green jalapeno

With the way flow hot

Meaning that my flow godly full stop

Bring it back

I been gone for a little graduated from the griddle

Smack dab in the middle of skittles and pulling trigger

My sound

So jazz hands looking like the wiggles

And my bag so packed with the contents Riddler green

Like I got a lot of questions man/

But I been feeling under pressure

I don't even have a second for myself

Much less questions but I mean I guess

Shoot

When you gonna give us something tangible to handle

Real soon

But lately I been feeling like an animal

A savage or a cannibal I'm burning the candle at both ends

Real mood

No dude like I'm serious

But when you gonna make it

And remember when you're famous me too

To be honest I been thinking the same thing

Been waiting every day for frame change

But lames stay present

Imma just maintain the same gang

Bang bang with consecutive drops

All my church friends confused with the secular bops

But I been writing all my vices on the page

Needing more experience it's coming with the age

Cause I ain't writing bout Chick-Fil-A no more

Or ripping the same bowl cause greatness is attainable

Slaying the whole game I'm here to stay

But Imma switch up the flow

But if too fast it's unintelligible

[Hook] x3

So Imma

Slow down

Breathe

Sleep

Write

Rap

Repeat

[Verse 2]

See just how I'm living

Imma listen to my critics

And I'm getting into physics

How I'm flipping over catechisms

Started getting busy getting digits

Now I'm lifted on my writtens

And I stand for something different like an acronym is

Fact is I'm a plastic addict

With a knack and a talent for taking on challenges

So I gotta put in time for practice

If I want it in the basket

G-g-g-grind til the day I'm in a casket

Back to back attack the whack and ratchet

Strange how I'm gas lit and feeling more accurate

Adamant and passionate protagonist

And soon to be a graduate

But you could not imagine what I do next

So whose neck did I suplex

Tryna get a duplex after like two checks

Going in circles on a loopty loop

Tryna get the beau coup money with a roofless coupe

But at the same time money never saved lives

Know I had a better outlook when I was ye high

Everybody telling me that greatness takes time

But if you ever doubting me I'm showing my canines

So rate my rhymes if you are thinking you could take me on

Lyricism next level you'd be fatally wrong

Yo I go fast too like it's Ramadan

And all my songs got no features I don't pass baton

So wax on wax off on a path of mastering craft

All these other mumble rappers actually trash

Tryna blow up in spectacular fashion

So I do it big, Action Bronson, Hulk smash

So check your facts I'm a Vietnamese Gambino on beat

Tryna see, all these trash rappers getting deleted

So best decision retreat recede defeated

Abort kill mission like assassinating fetus

Let's get it

So who's rapping is it benny or bo

Cause everybody thought they knew

But now they really don't know

I'm just a mess, obsessed and stressed and pressed for time

I'm just hoping that they see me 'fore I lose my mind

And I'm gone

[Hook]