[Verse 1]

I’m never faking or ever hating your

Steez, I’m just training more, til I’m aching sore

Please, I’ll be making scores til I’m taking tours

Making more cheese, racing towards what I’m aiming for

Geez, making doors open up like ding dong

If you don’t know what up then you think wrong

I’m growing up to that King Kong

Blowing up like a stink bomb

Know I’m up to the challenge

So I throw it up like it’s ping pong

'Cause I’m ready to serve...

I said I'm ready to serve

I'm never deterred

Clever with every word

And letter, I better be heard

Incredibly sturdy

I’m an endeavorin’ nerd

I’ve never been lesser than worth

Giving a chance

Couple of rips in my pants

Man, I’m forever absurd

If you’re giving a glance

To me when I’m spitting advanced

It’s hitting your retina blurred

And what you hear from

Your two ear drums is my flow

Like no dude here that

You do hear on the mic, yo

I know, this dude here runs

On truth serum, I might go

Psycho, I do fear none

'Cause truth serum’s my nitro

[Verse 2]

You can spot the difference, mumble rap’s the wrong addition

To the game, hope they don’t remain there (remainder) like long division

I got power with words and a lotta rhythm

So I put the powers in verse (inverse) like a logarithm

Know I’m the bomb, but no one ever hears duds

So I gotta blow up, get it popping like beer suds

Spilling ink, until I got a hollow pen, yo

Hot as jalapeños all up in yo earbuds

My music is lava

I’m oozing persona, not using a comma

I’m human, but I’mma be Buddha, I gotta

Pursue my nirvana, Hakuna Matata

Who would’ve thought I could do what I wanna

I’m new in the genre, I’ll prove to my momma

I’m true and I’m honest, I’m too sick, I promise

I’m bu to the bonic, I’m super and sonic

I wreck minds when my acca pellas enter

Building complex rhymes tryna rock a fella’s center (Rockefeller Center)

Tryna spend time getting mozzarella cheddar

Listen to these next lines, man, I talk as well as ever

But I won’t say that there can be nobody better

'Cause it’s only a hobby, kimosabe, yes sir

But there will be no stopping ’til I see yo’ posse’s heads hurt

Hot as green wasabi up in the Mojave desert

There’s perks if you rise up into the top 40

But a curse that you hide, so it’s truly not for me

Nothing worse than the strife if your music's got glory

'Cause your personal life is the news' top story

[Verse 3]

Break it down like cardboard

Making sounds like car horns

Erasing doubt, not chasing clout

Been spacing out like Star Wars

Man, I gotta pen, hot as when

Sharp swords are forged

From the jump like parkour

Since twelve pounds, been hardcore

And I’m held down like barre chords

Well-rounded like dart boards

Swell sounds have you spellbound

Never hell bound with this art form

Making art for ‘em, thoughts start pouring

Like a harsh storm

Bright, like a shooting star, soaring

Super far, roaring

Sure the art form is

Far more than heartwarming

Charred organs start forming

Dark orange scars, warning:

It’s hot when the bars forming

I said it’s hot when the bars Foreman

These days, every bar be cueing the beef

It’s rare for it not to be when the truth is your reach

Even if you’re choosing to teach, it’s like who’s in the seats

Of the pews when you preach punches you in the teeth to ruin your speech

It’s as much of a struggle as

Running track for a bunch of laps, doing jumping jacks

Crunches, and hitting punching bags til your upper back

Muscle mass hits a hundred. That’s like a double backflip

On a tumble mat. That’s enough of that

But I’m actually gonna rap, it’ll come to pass

Like a running back, let it fly when I’m up to bat

Wait, run it back; let it fly when I’m up to bat

I learn from my past, but some people give no reflection

Check who you’re next to (your neck’s to) if they show affection

It’s feigned (fanged)

Claim they’re good as fake and all that, you’re a damn liar

Man I wouldn't stake (wooden stake) it on that, like a vampire

They’re more than tales ‘round the campfire

Bloodsuckers show when you blow like a hand dryer

When you blow like a flat tire

If you’re up next, that’s why your success backfires