I used to want to play ball, now I just want to rap

Typical black, of course the hair is coarse

Not really that good at losing, so I switched up the sport

More or less, it’s always more

Though I confess, I put this beat up in the morg

Their own mortality what got these rappers mortified

I’m high as Mordecai I high five ghosts

With no muscle man 'cause I’m too busy skipping the coasts

You been the son I been your pops, I just rigged it to show

And if you ain’t know that’s on the regular

I’m going for the jugular, they should keep a record of

My styles like one man hall of fame

And just because you got the ball don’t mean you can call it game

I call it shame, don’t call my name

'cause it don’t sound as well coming from the lips

You sheep ass nigga, fuck what you heard from the herd

Keep your word at your hip, and I ain’t talking the sword of god

Or talking bout clips, I’m talking the limp

Pimp, don’t let ‘em catch you slip

I’m munching on a bag a chips relaxed as if

The damaged did will suddenly relapse and then

We can all be happy now, and not the Pharrell shit

The selfie selfishness, just know that hell exist

'cause we live here now, look in my eyes

And see your heaven, can we get there now

…fool I been profound

You ain’t been doing the education

Like fuck grammar fuck legislation

Two things I hate the most

I’ll say that shit as toast at my brothers wedding

And boast and put on a show

Eyeing the bridesmaid

Show her the standing up, she gave me a standing o

Applaud the craft, do the match, I just want my credit

You can keep the cash, kiss my ass

Cuz I been here and still I’m up next like a re-run

Look at all that we done

The fans you got gon' hear our shit

And turn to you for refunds

Someone tell Drake he should never let the beat run