[Verse 1:]

My brother, I could probably win in a shit talking competition

I'm young Juvie when I win the moon walking competition

I'm MJ when it comes to my competition

Gimme the mic or I'll jack son

Don't try to hit me with a case cause I'll beat it like Michael Jackson

Take notes, no rhymes in the composition

My lyrical composition comes from off the cranium

Fuck killing beats, man I'm slaying em

And to my opposition, I know they ain't playing em

They say I can't spit but its like, I'm missing my front teeth

Tryna say I bite, don't front me

Don't flex homie, because you're not a rock like you think

I'm like the second track of Indicud

Man, my eyes low, I'm on the bud, must be Indica

So fly, I mean high feeling like a man on the moon

I'm so gone but I might land soon

November 8th, boy I'm a maven

I'm amazing, and I'm changing

Cause it makes better sense, but I'll never ever change what I represent

When I'm done, you'll look back in retrospect

Like damn, he just blessed the set

Damn hit yo girl up, yeah I just sent the text

Sippin in some Tex, hold em and set the deck

Dont need no X, I found my mark

You think you ballin' just because you hang in the park

A lot of people taking shots hoping I reply to make them relevant

I just read their comment and say the hell with it

I'm heaven sent so no

Need to pray for me, pray to me

And if you ain't love me, stay the hell away from me

I ain't no dummy

I run my shit you just chasing me

Keanu Reeves I got that speed

Paul Westerberg, ain't no replacing me

Hearing talking, don't tell a soul, I just let it be

IFYB, that's where I'll ever be, damn

[Bridge:]

And you thought I was finished but I'm right back in it

Like the drawers of these women

Yeah shouts to Lil Weezy

Toking on that, you know what, got me feeling a little wheezy

And I'm coughing like the Pokemon

No Pokemon, man

Better cut the shit boy, you ain't relevant

Cut the check this ain't Nike come and fight me

[Break:]

Ugh, Gucci x3

[Outro:]

Ask me for a feature cause you got struggle bars hoping that I can bail you out

But I don't give a fuck man, run up in the function

You a hoe man, I should sell you out

Nah that don't make sense, probably wouldn't even make any profit

Man, I'm a motherfucking prophet

Got that dollar incentive

Damn, I'm with your mama and I'm in it

Damn, Gucci FlipFlops and I'm in it to win it

Cut the shit boy, I ain't no fucking play toy

I'm just with your girl and I'm acting like her play toy

Man, I'm just goofing off on this last part, killed the rest of it

Feel like I should have fun with it