[Verse 1]

Everybody wanna be fly, whatever that means

Overpriced clothes never seemed to make me happy

Don't have tatts of clouds or shooting stars

And my lines mention cartoons, I won't be going far

I'm from Brooklyn, that's the only + that's on my resume

Bound to be a flop and forgotten in your yesterday

Never wore shades cuz I want to see the world

You could try to hide it all but you ain't Secret Squirrel

I smoke on occasion, not every situation

Cuz that costs money and I know my limitations

5 days a week you'll see me on the grind

I never sold crack or lied in my rhymes

Talk is cheap, I blame my father's gold teeth

Rapping bout this and that but still I don't see

That's crazy but maybe I should ask humanity

Do you prefer fantasy or your own reality?

[Verse 2]

Should I conform to get yall to listen?

Thousand eyes on me like I was Relinquish

Every song about bitches, bitches & bitches

Label it heartbreak and sell it to the women

And rap about the Infrareds and UNLV's

Solely for the sneakerheads like my kicks define me

That club shit is cool, I'm really antisocial

I'd rather bring a girl home and take revealing photos

Everything ain't champagne, rarely get the top shelf

Stuck in hangovers now I'm similar to Ed Helms

Got a thing for money and shit I never saw before

No one really knows what I truly have in store

If I be me and talk about my past

Will they pull a Norrin Rad and hop on board?

I don't know they're treating me like Troy in this Community

But ima Pierce through the hate & change their minds musically

[Verse 3]

I've learned to understand doubt

Why try to fit in when you standout?

Pretty soon they gon have they hands out

Those who ain't believe must of been on death row

Cuz now their on their knees repenting for before

If I blow, I gotta scratch some shit up off my checklist

Like get my favorite artists on a record

Fuck going HAM I'll behead them

Then everyone will learn their lesson

I am not to be messed with

Every hit explosive like I'm writing Tekken

And I don't mess with gangs cuz I've got my own henchmen

Label me bubble gum? Better be Bazooka Joe

Tryna improve but is there any room to grow?

Not on that chain shit

Yeah I want a whip but I'm slaveless

Born a man I never had to change shit

I'm guaranteed to hold power like Pete Petrelli

Fuck if the people get me, see the world like Hyūga Neji