[Verse 1]

Uh, I got that feelin' when your palms start itchin'

And I done scratched 'em so much

They probably gon' be ashy forever

I guess that means that money's gon' last me forever

If that's the case, I need a billion gazillions

My thoughts are so infinite

I'm thinkin' what you thinkin' is

"That boy' too creative, ain't no way that he exists"

Well, shit, my thoughts are sharper than a blade in a' ice rink is

Feel' like I'm ice skatin' on Popsicle sticks, nigga

Way too tight to tie me up

And gas prices' way too high to gas me, I roll ninety-one

Ahh, and my style's too vivrant

I'm God's son, I can solar power a hybrid

Flow; got a flow like I'm tinklin'

They put me in the ring and say, "buss," like the tingle feelin'

I'm in the game, and I ain't even got a single in it

I can stack chips like Pringles in it

Damn, they should've warned me about my engine

Wasn't proficient in linguistics, I just pass it when I'm spittin'

I just lace the track, rip it, and then master it, and mix it

The latter two were backwards just in case you really listen

I be in my own district all day, tryna figure out ways

How my niggas'll get paid, 'cause this shit is outrageous

A nigga spit cages, lines so tough

My shit'll rip papers, pages

I live out of space, nigga, my world's vacant

I be all alone, but I make them payments

I be in the zone in all good faith like a gage

Got my words lookin' archaic

The difference between me and them

Is, them niggas, they just be all over her, but braid-less

Brainless, like a Muslim lady, they cannot bring home the bacon

I'm hot, pepper and Cajun, face it; basic

[Chorus]

All a nigga really ever need is one good mic

Two bad beezies, and a TV, and I'll be so cool

This shit is simple rudimentary

They tell me it'll be bad for me

And I be like, "so what?"

'Cause if you look inside of my mind

You'll see my thoughts will probably never really grow up

Probably still live in elementary

This shit is simple rudimentary to me

[Verse 2]

I'm as crazy as a genius

I'm every legend's wish

I could've been Albert Einstein's genie, bi-

I'm walkin' through a maze, and that's my explanation

For why if they follow me, they get caught up in amazement

I'm such a musical free agent

Rudimentary is simple, come and check the cadence

Workin' extra hard, tell me what my accolade is?

Stackin' big bread like a muhhfuckin' angus

Say, is this lil' nigga flyer than his name is?

I'm so off the chain, sheesh, leash, don't chain me

Wild boy, Thornberry, searchin' for what'll tame me

Crazy wit' the music, eff the goose, 'cause you could blame me

I party wherever, I'm searchin' for where the pain be

I just be the reason all the sweetest ladies can't sleep

Ambients, ain't poppin' 'em, I'm lovin' my insomnia

Every track to me is an aria like an opera

Thoroughly decorated like I get it from Ikea

This is Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima, Kawasaki ya

I'm up all night; Drake and Nicki

Watchin' niggas break fast from them pigs; bacon, niggie

While I'm just here tryna make it, niggie

It's all my niggas' birthdays if the cake is wit' me

And if the ladies' wit' me, I'm blowin' out the candles

Beat it like a car vandal, and dose, then change

Like I'm surfin' through channels

Bussin' everywhere; Rambo, hoe

[Chorus]

All a nigga really ever need is one good mic

Two bad beezies, and a TV, and I'll be so cool

This shit is simple rudimentary

They tell me it'll be bad for me

And I be like, "so what?"

'Cause if you look inside of my mind

You'll see my thoughts will probably never really grow up

Probably still live in elementary

This shit is simple rudimentary to me