[Verse 1]

How you feelin’

How you feelin’ how you feelin’

Listen when I’m talking bitch you know that I’m the realest

How you feelin’

Must be higher than the ceiling

Fly from state to state country to country I don’t need a reason

How you feelin

Simz you kill them you’re the meanest

I put the whole scene to shame I’m only twenty how you feelin

How you feelin

Prolly duck ‘em if I see ‘em

You should write your verse again

You didn’t come hard enough I mean it its appalling

You’re appalling they’re appalling

Might just book my ticket now and be in China by the morning

I been touring

I rap like this because I can

You should take me as I am

Bitch, you know that I’m the man

Yeah I said it

Now the game is shady I’ll be weary

Beg you try your hardest not to scare me

Swear I’ll kill off all these emcees don’t you dare me

Bitch don’t you dare me

[Bridge]

Now, I'm insane in the membrane

Don’t say you’ve improved, nigga—your shit’s always been lame

You know I'm a cheeky motherfucker

I say to the olders;

"Maybe you’ll be this good when you get to this age"

[Verse 2]

Bet you would, yeah nigga yeah bet you should

Bow down I’m a king hearin’ me now deliver the crown

And I got, a good heart I’m an innocent child

But don’t get me mad

I got a temper on me

I don’t play that homie

Shit all eyes on me

Wait, why? Cos I ain't, fuckin with Youuuu!

Go to from a hundred straight from zero

I ain’t tryna be a role model but the game it needs a hero

I’m that hero

Space is the only thing that we know

Everybody’s spiritual everybody’s soul's legal

Fuck outta here with that shit…

Ohhh, how ya feelin

How ya feelin how ya feelin

Now you’re wearin’ baseball caps

Don’t let me see that grade I mean it yeah they teefin'

Must be looking for a beating

No I ain't the violent type but swear these words will leave you bleeding or rotting

Oh if you’re smart you wouldn’t get me started

No, don’t compare me to no other artist

Love the pounds? Put your money where your heart is

Yet pay regardless, shit I must be a target

I must be a target, I must be a target

Came in the game killin’ niggas off head top

Getting’ warmed up you haven’t got the best of me yet

I’m a young God in the flesh

I’m too young to be stressed

Heads turn round like the possessed

Weed, cars, rappers are showing me no progress

Step to me and they know best

I ain't going nowhere they can protest

(Bitch!)