Yo, I've chose the old school beat with some lyrics

It's the rule of the rap genre

Y'all say that I need to keep the heat

After I defeat critics telling them to take a seat

Better yet a stool

They'd be calling me a fool cause I would drown them in a pool

That would be so cruel for critics, even yet

Don't tell me to compete with you

Otherwise I'd eat the pussies out for the battle to fuel up the heat

Could I be cool enough to do this shit?

Bruh, I don't give a fuck if I'm uncool or cool

The treat is that I could tweet something to piss off big fan-bases

Then I'd completely not give a fuck about the backlash people give me

You'd say I drool after that tweet?

Fuck that, if we meet in the streets

You'd come in short and chubby

Like you can't fight

You gotta be bigger than me

Just like strong wimps trying to act like a pimp when they're simps

They also trying to get strong like The Rock

Shit you have a shrimp cock

White boys saying they're gonna pull up with a Glock

You have to drop down and give me forty push ups if you're tough

You got some bluff after you've flopped

If you we're a cop

You'd cuff me over little words?

Bitch please, you are one of these sensitive fuckas

Like take a walk outside instead of trying to mock me indoors

Do you have a disease?

Shit no wonder why you trying to talk the shit nonstop

When you trying to fuck virtual trees

And I see that you got fleas for not cleaning yourself

I came here to knock you out

But you smell like you haven't mopped the floors in five years

Like P.U muthafucka

Let's state that if I out-rap you

It'll be extreme for you to get a trap on your fate

Let's be straight up serious and snap out of it

And not beef otherwise they'll make it out of a meme

But we can clap them out of our way by rapping about them

I had to scrap the song "A Lil Crazy" off this album

Because it seems I did lose interest in it

If I was in Shade forty-five, I'd freestyle

Ay, I don't care if I'm perfect or not

All I'm here is some certain amount of respect

After an accidental popularity

From one person from first grade but in second grade

I decided to do the rest myself

Before I'm at my best like I won't rest anyway

I suggest you to be the guest

When I take over your songs when I get featured

Back in between twenty-nineteen to twenty-twenty-one

I was a shitty rapper but I've improved since sho rilla tried to make me dope

And I can say shoutout to sho rilla

I better be the killa rapper so I can become godzilla

I will cope with him to preform in shows

I should be better than vanilla ice

That I want to talk to DJ yella for the shows

Shoutout to Eli & Dru Boyle

I should boil muthafuckas with the beat and lyrics

I had to foil their plans on how they're going to destroy my career

Because me and my homies will put fear into you

We won't spoil you just like your parents did

We will give you a severe discipline

Instead of beer as a treat

We will give you a soil instead

And you are going to like it or not

Maybe if we discipline you more

We can give you some deer meat but that shit ain't happening

Because you are going to get beat for the first time

You are going to carry concrete for two miles and oh wait

I gotta open my ears

Because I can't hear yo stupid ass saying compliments

I think this is it for the song I guess...

Where did we go so wrong, how did we last so long

We're questioning how we got to where we are and how we've managed to stay here for so long

All I can think now that we're here, is when we gonna have

We're focused on having fun and enjoying ourselves now that we're in this moment

Some fun can't forget what we were, even if it's all a blur

We want to remember who we were and the fun we used to have, even if those memories are a bit hazy

And never forget why we're still young

We need to remember why we still have time to have fun and enjoy life

And how we all still endure

We're acknowledging that we're still here and still able to have a good time

I don't wanna be 13, I only wanna share the scene

We don't want to go back in time, but we want to enjoy the same things we did when we were younger

All I really want to do is to have Saturday

We simply want to have a good time and enjoy the weekend

Everyday for the rest of our lives

We want to maintain that carefree attitude and have fun every day for the rest of our lives

When did it come to this, too much of this business

We're questioning how we ended up in this work-focused culture

I'm not under no fucking gun

We don't want to be under constant pressure and stress

Tell me how you got so sad, with all the good times we had

We're curious about how we ended up feeling so down, despite having so many good memories

When you're tired of living in the past - Saturday

We want to stop living in the past and start enjoying the present, starting with having a good time on Saturday

When you only want good times to last - Saturday

We want to continue to have a good time and enjoy life to the fullest

Old School-Recess!!! (4x)

This phrase is a fun chant that represents the carefree attitude we want to embody