[Verse 1]

Breaking the internet with the sounds of my EP

Put the pie on the table like my name was Ajit

I make you play this oriental beat on repeat

Prone to receipts you recipiental fuck

I don’t need a PhD for me to know that you suck

I don’t need an Air BnB shits full of guck

I don’t need a clean lens to I spies you a cuck

Your girl gaining weight recommend the tummy tuck

I don’t really fuck with ice I just impress with the puck

Try to block out all the chitter chatter bout my luck

They wanna put a filter on me it’s a safety net

Like Dylan Riley Snyder I be fucking Kickin’ It-

Yeah I’m goofy as hell it ain’t up for debate

I ain’t got time like Tyler all I do is create

I drink illegally like the age of prohibition

Fit James Bond mother fuckin niche I’m on a mission

Yeah I’m always on the grind

Making it to NY Times

Introducing rap to my lines

Really think I lost my mind

Hit em with the bye bye

Leave em with the oh my

Bill Nye with a bow tie

Don’t you ever ask why- (Sushi)

Kickstart the crisis

Terrorize like my name was ISIS

Sleeper hit don’t you try to hide this

I got the much needed level 3 license, (yeah)

Hit her with the lone ‘k’ damn that’s a doozie

Dip outta sight of your homegrown floozie

Decked out in my Bape ‘Preme Gucci

I roll up with the boys, we snackin’ on sushi

[Sushi Kid Interlude]

[Verse 2]

Running on the beat like a mother fucking race

I bet my daddy still think I'm a disgrace

Even my friends told me that I couldn’t to my face

I’m going on a trip catch me up in outer space

All my life I’ve procrastinated

Finally found some inspiration

Finally found my next fixation

And I’m gonna share it with the whole damn nation, (yeah)

After I let this EP drop, I know some of you will say it flopped

I don’t care if it’s like ‘The Burial’ and you cop

All that matters is that I’m working non-stop

Yeah I got some more tracks and they’re in the pipeline

The kinda homemade shit to push me into the spotlight

Draining your life

All I do is sit and write

I’m the opposite of a mother fucking white knight

Kick sand in your eyes, kick dirt in your mouth

Yeah now all of you got something to pout about

Acting like you big and bad but I know you just a coward

Put you on a talk show and flame ya like my name was Howard

Can I really call them friends if they don’t believe in me?

Can I really know my worth if they only sleep on me?

Might as well blow some dough at a Japanese joint

Flex a little bit more you a snore

We snackin’ on