.I sleep with my Js on as a reminder I’m GOAT TOO

I’m the kid you go TO,I’m grown TOO and tired of faking TOO many smiles

Back with TOO many styles, kicking TOO many rhymes TOO

In a class of my own, I’m home schooled

My feet up like a ballerina, I’ve patched up

I emerge from the underground and I ain’t scratched up

Be backed up, careers getting flat lined

I’m laced up,and You’d swear the gauge is on E how my records stay gassed up

Instagram money call’s the minimum, like child’s play

Funny how your money got fake figures like Kim K?

You ain’t got the memo that the Fame kid don’t play

I can’t even tell who’s who cause everybody sounds the same

Here’s a remedy,. the album got 22 joints

I fluctuate these vocals like my name trey songz

I’m cris cross, 5”7 and I’m dunking facing back wards

I tell your girl go down like her name James Brown

I roll alone but niggas looking at me like squad goals

You’d swear I’m mike Vick how I dog these hoes

And they know The boy reduce the pipe down to dust

Thought I should remind niggas I’m what surrounds the paramount

They fronting acting like ain’t nice while that’s the case

Like they ain’t keeping the score by peeping the kid score

Now they talking power lines, while I’m carrying a cable box

Came back like a bed of nails, I’m nothing to sleep on

I’m gifted in many ways, I’ve waited so many days, I’ve ripped page after page

I grew age after age

Now I’m running stage after stage

And Every check is getting cashed

Incase this disappears first than it cam

My floow buzzing like I’m serving drinks with bees in it

And I got Sick 16 like grade 10s on medicine

I Work for weeks and the work never weakens

My recording deal should be 2014 Andrew Wiggins

And I ain’t taking no pay cuts, music the last hope

It’s a slippery slope

Pay me in equity, it’s either Oil or Gold

It’s hard to ignore us...

Lost my whip in Kansas

So when I get a thumbs up it ain’t from a hitchhikers

Easy the king is back

Fame Junior!!!!!