[Verse]

Ayo, sun child, soul rebelmatic, oceanic

Yemoja, Oshun, Osun

Chango, hit it como bongo

Shout out to the Congo, I practice Santeria

Got a crystal ball, circumvent globes

Como Cristobal Colon, bro

Pero fuck cologne, though

Antigua, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take you

Yoruba Lucumi

Shoo, shoo-be-do-be

Do, Babaloo

It's not English, aye, pura vida mae

Vaya, vaya, black Power Ranger

Stranger, dead it, young stranger

That sprang from a dame in a manger framed by the angels

But like I said, mane, the frame ain't the same, mane

It change with the game and the fame and the angles

Young say it again, Sam, I slay it, my friend

And I stay in the lane that I made cause I made it

Man, I know you hate it, toma siete potencias

Africanas, ya mas vaso de agua

You no quiere nada, cama de tranquilo

Young Don Quixote

Besa mis conejitos, yee-ha

G, I am a sweet senorito

Cincuenta y uno ingredientes, como Doritos

Yo como burritos, fuck The Cheeto

See me in la calle en el streeto, shout to people

Soy un loco fulanito

Una tico, young Rico Suave

Kool Africa, Dale, young government

Vic the reminiscent of a whale

Me na holla, swoop, woo, na, [?]

Me na see, walk, me na stop, take holiday

Sada, te Madonna, Lana Rey

Ultraviolence, son, ultraviolet

Oh no, my eyes get wide like seals, shit is real

When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal

No, he say nada when they tell you you ought to squeal

Cop a deal, nah, tell them no dice

Copper chupa mi banana peel, style instructional

Kool A.D., instant pleasure button, so functional

Beat it, then I eat it like a Lunchable or vice versa

Switch it up like Tity Boi

Look, I'm in your city, boy, juicing, Lick a hot with the uva flavor

Super lover with the super haters

Scoop a Gatorade, catch a Raider game, go Raiders, mane

Fly. Fight. Crow. Go Bangarang

Free Keke, free Nacho, I mean, wait

Shout Nacho, soy borracho, off the vodka, though

Plus, yo, I think I want a taco now

Kid karate, judo, tomahawk a ho, wow

Waka, waka

[?] Menudo Pause, no Ricky, no Ricky

No go Vicky, I'm so sicky

So very sick with it like a young B-Legit, I'm too legit

With it, Mike Jordan on the Wizards

Hammering LVs, blowing oo-wops off the Bimmer

Taking selfies, lifestyle is tight, wealthy

Mighty healthy, nightly, stealthy, I might be

Or might as well be the hell of a guy

That I tell peeps I am, yo, I rose from a crack in the street

You wanna smell the grease on my hand?

Take a sniff or two, oh, what a number a spliff will do

If you're open

My presence is a gift or two

If you're Mr. Me-Too, then I'm Mr. You, or Mr. T

Ay, it's a mystery how I can spit so slippery

Pause, maybe cause my energy raw

My inner deluge combined with centrifugal force

That's synergy, dog, ah

Shout to [?], Eazy-E, trippy god

Dizzy, odd time with the rhyme with the I'm with the band

Type of mannerisms, y'all eat shit and it's cannibalism

Rap aneurysm, young Canibus

Animal with the mechanical mandibles

Third eye intangidgle, I mean intangible

Style hieroglyphic how I lift it to a new plateau

Through raps, though, my gift is like a prism

Geograph with no maps though, living astro

Look at how I gas though, pass Go, collect a couple bills

Sip the flat, hit the grass, watch the grass grow

Hit the ass low, my poetry's deep

I never sleep, stay awake in a dream state, a clean slate

I partake in the scream great, I mean the scheme great

I eat steak, more cake and cheese

Than the Cheesecake Factory

Bark at abysses that bark back at me

That bark back at me, I lamp in New Jerus with the Macabees

Free Max B, feel like French Montana

With the mac and cheese, hundred dollar bills

We stacking these casually, man, why you mad at me?

I been what I had to be

Kool A.D., best rapper in the world