[Verse 1]

I don't care if I rock the boat

I'm here to rock the show

Stop with the fantasising

I gotta do this practical

Learn, master, leave a mark and then go

Right now they having problems with my flow

Saying: ''It's a little off''

How about now should I spit it slow?

No hoe could tell me what to do

Even if you my bro

So, row row, if you want to be in the front row

Actually, Imma do this like a fed up rock star and go solo

''So long!''

I've been waiting for this for so long

'cuz my first album dropped and it was lower

Than one percent of what I can do

With the microphone though

I don't even care

Most of the songs were even old so

Like a referee when hе sees a foul

It's time to blow and make dough

I can't pull up with your shit

Don't look for secrеt messages

This is just a flow flex

I body beats

It's in me

Like a reflex

I'm next

I pet your head - cute text

Don't rest or wound up dead - fact check

''Is it true?'' - Yes

I stay in my room writing

Locked like this beast of mine is

It's like I'm on house arrest

I'm rising, counting

How much people actually got talent

Let's say - less than ten percent

This is a mountain I'm climbin'

Don't got no rope its fine

Man I can still go, have a wine

With your wifey, so stop doubting

I'm not even in my prime and

I am ahead of you and on top like a scalp is

Rhymin' they say its not hard and

When they try rappin' its sounds like they are dying

[Bridge]

Pull up on that shit, on that G-shit, G-shit

[Verse 2]

I can do the ''summa lumma domma lamma'' in my pyjamas

Watchin' ''Star Wars'' while getting choked by an anaconda

I want a slick fit, a thick bitch

Unlimited Netflix, chocolate biscuits

They been waiting for this

Like gangs waiting for a rat to slip

You can't deny, I'm one of the illest lyricists

Maybe you'll say an alien did this, like the pyramids

What you missin' is diligence

Meanwhile I'm killing this

While doing the jiggy dance, gimme bands

I'm cutting you off like Scott Pilgrim

You riddlin' my lyrics, but you still missing them

Synonyms - I'm flippin' them

You got a couple of appearances - shitty hits

Focused on my goals - don't need Ritalin

My rhyme book needs penicillin

'cuz I'm so sick with the pen it spread diseases

I don't need no lungs, even if you put cinnamon in em

Go stupid, go dumb, this shit hotter than the sun

I smell the blood you know how it goes Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum

So fun, scum, come get bunned

Hit like a drum, this gun leave you numb

Hum your last words, can't run

When they welcome you to heaven

Tell Jesus I said ''Hi''

After all, he's my son

Went a little bit too far, but I'm feeling so dope

It's like no man's close to this level I'm on

It's like I'm on the 13th floor