[Verse 1]

I hear the optimists voice, he said come hop in the void

I was a pup 'til I realized that dogs like to chomp at the toy

I am no longer a boy, you cannot fuck with the man

I just gotta get away, I might go jump in a van

That is just part of the story, chapter one, fifteen years old

Boy you simply can't fuck with these flows

For you it's tough, but it's nothing to me though

In the whip, and it's bumping, Feefo

Switching lanes and they're hitting a dead end

Still they really want to flex like bench press

Too animated, like their name was Ed Ed

Oh and Eddy, just started but I'm going steady

A rapper is average, people throw confetti

And their flow is lazy, but I like a challenge

They just load the semi, while I throw machetes

Your formula is the code of petty, if that's the case then you should run for it

Figure it out, if you can't, just look in the mirror and tell me you're not a fuck boy

Bitch get an F and she call her daddy, and the shit so gross like a roll of fatty

I can smell it, people acting fishy

Friendly with Krabs but they stole the patty

Know the name of Holt, if you say you don't, then you're lying, we can tell

It's the Genesis, by the end of this, my name's gonna ring a bell

That's the dream, boy, rap supreme, then you stab the cheese, and you have a piece

Like a cat with teeth, he was acting sweet, at the end of the day, though, the rat will bleed

I'm moving up, I need to get packed

No no no no, shouldn't have said that

Next motherfucker says no self serve I'll grab that bitch and then snap his neck back

Young man living, never gave a fuck, yeah

Only got a few that I stay in touch

I search for the real cause dudes fake a bunch

Like a bitch acting drunk when she drank the punch

Aye, motherfuckers love to throw shade

Took my textbook and I ripped out the page

Theater girl, I'll fuck her backstage

Do the same type of shit the next day

Do not fight me, I'm the sensei, I am overtly the freshest

I like saying fuck my french grade, just a personal preference

Love to learn but I hate a lesson, get the dough and I make the bread

But what goes up it must come down, so I stay finessin' in the Great Depression