[Verse 1]

A-yo I’m trying to B great

I’m trying to C weight

Slated for the hall of fame like D-Wade

Watch me schmooze with Hebrews on E! News

Like damn, this man got so many F-in G’s

Either grams or grands

Grammys with standing ovations, just hand me the keys

Hands: Put your H together for I, hi fans, here’s my acceptance speech

You’re not there yet J, its K, we can go for an L-cruise

Smell smoke and get well boozed

Raps, can tell who really listens to them

Sound waves have no color so no callin me M

Always pointed towards N, cause my dick is magnetic

O now you wanna be friends? bitch that shit is pathetic

Spit it alphabetic, I’m the best, nah, not yet

But this shit is prophetic

I’ll P on your face, son keep ya feet in the race

Ya chasin, but your girls gotta faster pace

Don’t believe her if she say she just felt the tip

5 put the tip to the felt, and let the shot rip:

Pool Q. I school dudes, here’s the lesson

R ya ready? No questions, already ended the session

Freshen up, girl, and S my balls, that’s free

But not my tickets when I’m running through your city like the T

U want to pay me for getting crowds hyped like Ibiza?

No visa, I take V-cards, check please, nice to meet ya

Stars out, get the hubble dude, what, ya tryna sleep?

My skill is W. Got that X-factor so Y woulda guy Z?