[Intro]

Oh shit!

Y'all know what time it is!

It's Rap Dylan

Woo!

[Chorus]

2005, I felt too alive (Too alive)

Losing track of time how I'm on the fly (On the fly)

Who would know I would turn from that kid into the guy? (To the guy)

I just wonder why, what if we could press rewind?

[Verse 1]

What if we could stop it? What if y'all could stop me?

I wonder what would happen if y'all didn't carbon copy

All each other's clothes, all each other flows

All y'all look alike, all y'all sound the same

Me? It ain't even close

Let me talk my shit, promise I could back it up

I could do anything if I want it bad enough, uh

I'm great in any lane, how you only cool in one?

I'm going stupid dumb, rappin', sing

I'm two for one (Two for one)

[Chorus]

2005, I felt too alive (Too alive)

Losing track of time how I'm on the fly (On the fly)

Who would know I'd turn from that kid into the guy? (To the guy)

I just wonder why, what if we could press re—

[Bridge]

Hold up, hold up, wait!

Y'all still rappin'?

I told y'all to quit!

Y'all, go pick up a book

Go pick up a career

'Cause this rap's nothin' for you!

[Verse 2]

In 2005, I used to wanna rap like L

Thirteen and I'm learning 'bout how to act myself

Crazy how that's almost half my life ago

The cycle goes around my pipes

It's so astoundin', but I rap like hell

Turn it off, y'all be sounding like a force still

Been smooth, I had ten tapes before it selled

And that was three years back

I only dreamed of how a tour feel

Now I'm touching road like a Porsche wheel

With a force field, collect a bag at every stop

I turn my man to my TM

I know we'll pass it when I pop in

I got long range, I was never passive with the shot

Nobody fucking with me how I'm making magic when I drop, yeah

It's hella sad they'll never have me up at hot

'Cause I'm a savage with the raps

But I make smashes with the pops

So they pack me in a box

Yo, it's actually obnoxious, I'm

Bruno smooth, but I be snapping when I'm locked in

Plus I'm sick of all these half-assed has-beens

Hashtag I ain't seen a rapper really spaz yet

If I present it, you the future in the past tense

The facts is, you be tight—even past tense

I'm super holy with the dough, it's like religion to me

Been holding up my own and nothing gon' be given to me

I'm Vinny Chase, take a look, don't need to plead my case

I come with Ari Gold and tell 'em we gon' win the race

A different show, a different state, we eatin' bigger plates

You want the smoke and got the dough? We can get that arranged

Been self-employed for 25 years, it's Dove

Vanilla boy, and I bring the noise

That's sort of why I'm here

And I got homies in higher positions

Not to get wild specific

But I write my records in hieroglyphics

I get in touch with the gods when I look up into the mirror

If I was friends with L. Ron, I couldn't get any clearer

My shawty buggin' like when Tom Cruise was couch jumpin'

The Top Gun with the stuntin', I hear your mouth runnin'

You see my name on the record, just know the bounce comin'

I've seen it all at this point, don't ever doubt nothin'