[Verse 1: Josh Smith]

Hopped out the shower, picked my hair with my fist comb

Towel around my waist, I’m bopping to my new song

Last night was a mess but it’s whatever

Cuz I woke up feeling good, like my neighbor rocking the sweater

Uh, I can’t be ashy so I use that cocoa butter cream

Put on some khaki shorts or slip into some denim jeans

Got my circle maze suspended from my neck with string

Put on my V-neck then I go to do that high school thing

Bumping Chance and Logic on my way to secondary

Bino and Cole be adding truth to my vocabulary

Yeah, thirty later we pull into parking

Grabbed my bag up out the trunk and then I started walking

And talking, to the people all around me they gawking

They shocked that I have a nonstop flow of confidence

I come across like I’m good and so they rock with it

But in reality I’m kinda spent

Uh, cuz actually it’s all a misconception

I’m just a victim of second guessing and misdirection

Complexion like a mocha from the coffee shop

I’m bittersweet, but be careful cuz I’m Supa Hot

When I get home I’m gonna mess round with some lyrics

Can’t get my homework done on time cuz rapping’s in my spirit

And my level, nobody’s even near it

Opportunity was about to swim away and so I had to spear it

I feared that somehow I wouldn’t be good enough

Cuz a lot of people said I wasn’t hood enough

But then I play my tracks and then they be like that’s what’s up

So I keep on going, sticking with this rapping stuff

I stay writing, I stay rhyming, I stay spitting, I stay grinding

You should know I’m a star, how could I not be shining

So I spit viciously so that you’ll be reminded

When nightmares and doubts come just open your eyes

And simply wake up

[Verse 2: Jalen Montgomery]

Keep me buttered, think I’m out here with the cooking mix

Increasing, greasing, man, you out here with the driest hits

Step out the bed, I keep it nappy, what I know bout picks

Keep it organic while you out here with that rotten shit

I came through with that bubonic plague, my brotha medieval sick

And Josh be burning like that OG in the candlestick

And lately we be out here, keep these brothas sleep with the NyQuil

Man, nocturnal like the owls, man, we done did it keep it spirlin’ bruh

Yeah, yeah, and that’s that hello shit

Make you realize we the generation’s heroes shit

I trap up out the bando, grab the mic and make a mill and shit

And you come through, like “Can we hold this five?” Nah hold this, nah

Another day, another hold up, I don’t got a job

Them racks on racks these brothas talk about seem kinda odd

They ain’t the lyricists, my brotha, we can’t even read

They ain’t the visualists, my brotha, we can’t even breathe!

What this? The fifties? Nah, we done kept it that pro-era

But, damn, I wish we kept it cool as if we were the old school

But that don’t sell, man, they want that OG Maco

Bobby Shmurda commit murder, now he out here in the cellar

Ok, shit, we got to deep man, let’s just have some fun

Cali livin’, man, we hope and pray we see the sun

Wake up and bless up God, man, he stay that number one

All I want in this life is a bad girl and some ones

Suit me up, I’m feeling fresh, I think we going to prom

Versace slacks and jackets, someone tell me where I went wrong

Hit my dance and eat my steak, my dude, I’m feeling raw

Man that’s that high school shit, but I think I did it all

[Outro: Jalen Montgomery]

Yeah, uh, Underestimated

Yeah, all you niggas been terminated

I don’t even rap

I’m on the beat though

Shout out Josh

Yeah