(Verse)

She said is this really you, this really what you do?

I said, nah, i just got a microphone inside my home

And lip sync the dope lyrics that you hearin’

So you think that I can rap, and consequently

That would make me look cool?

Haha, nah, I haven’t been developin’ since middle school

To feel the rain from the cloud of doubt that you bringin’ through

I just hear the beat and fuckin’ jump in like swimmin’ pool

Cut in like interlude, this just in like interview

Damn

I Willy Wonka roll into the recording booth

Stoop Kid chillin’ at the stoop, I’m the morning news

I been chewin’ up the alphabet like it’s my bowl of soup

Man, I deserve a trophy wife and she deserves a photoshoot

Homie, I’m the sickest, I’ve been doublin’ my doses

You ain’t immune to it, you got multiple sclerosis

My gun is fully loaded if you wanna get me goin’

And my name is still Generic if you wonderin’ who wrote it

Still the same kid, just a different location

Here comes another tape, yeah, that shit is still bakin’

You open up the oven, put that disc in rotation

This shit’s an invite to come and chill at my station

Welcome back