[Intro]

Uh, yeah

[Verse]

It’s tomorrow now we’re talking in the future

A shame for instrumentals, I’m their final executioner

Angelic in my ears but too bad for them I’m Lucifer

I’m their biggest enemy, I’m going big like Jupiter

Plan it? Nah I wing it Peter Mitchell I’m a maverick

Sounds pretty slick, in reality I panic

Exhausted like the back of cars and with no mechanic

So I fix myself but crash and burn, call me the Titanic

I’m a; lost boy writing lyrics don’t reject them

Yeah it’s true it’s common I’ll be talking out my rectum

Talking trash, got no cash, somebody protеct him

He’s talking in third person someonе better go and check him

I’m bodying a beat I leave it in a defeat

It’s selling me it’s soul but it can keep the receipt

And I got some cheek, I watch my French when I speak

My bars get grande and the beat petite

I got a low tolerance for the people that’s hypocrites

I make no dollars, cents, pennies, even a little bit

Each paths a puzzle but I still go and figure it

Out when I’m about like the father of Icarus

I always power through any trials and tribulations

Come out the other side greetings and salutations

I’m cool, calm, collected, a constant combination

Of unbeatable attributes, a cause for celebration

I just want to face em, got no patience for evasions

They getting complacent best be ready for cremation

As I’m melting through the microphone I hear your palpitations

Future star like constellations, flying high like aviation

Hear me out again as I’m picking up the pen

I take it to 11 I’ve already been on 10

I’ve got spinal raps and your spine’s not in tact

You’ve been bending over backwards to be keeping up with that

I chew up the beat and the beat bites back

That’s retaliation and my feet strike back

Cause I’m kicking it but flowing like a football’s in the river

And I’m floating while I rode it and eroding it for dinner

I cut into a track yell out timber when I axe

Chopping up some syllables sit back and relax

Barking at the mic what would go wrong

Branching out with new ideas in a three verse song

I see myself in southern Spain sipping on a small champagne

Fresh out of a private plane sweeter than a candy cane

Find myself in far out France, a summer’s evening for a dance

The streets are lit, it’s full of plants, there’s cobbled streets I take my chance

I’m living in some luxury, it’s lavish and too much for me

Nah I’m joking give me more, this is introductory

I’ve only scraped the surface when it comes to my discovery

I’m cutting up some flows but not yet shining like I’m cutlery

I’ll take a bigger stab with a little gift of gab

I’ll be pushing forward you go sideways like a crab

As I rained the flows I reigned over foes

Now I hail on the beat and you hail at my toes