[Verse 1]

I didn't even know that it was gonna be coming, so go check

Not Me; drop me, stop me, rock me, knock me, Et cetra

Don't copy that, copy cat; I don't have a kitty, it's like I’m playing euchre

All these girls are pretty but I will not be a loser

I'm not concerned, even if that is the case

But if you're gonna take shots, you better aim at me face

And if you miss then I'll put you in your place

Cause life is a crazy race, and you cannot run at my pace

This is me on my battle rap, I've never battled cats

I just write from the heart, I make beats and then I start

Spitting like I'm livid, I'm living for the one that's spinning

All the stories I have told, all the silver and the gold

Delta sign, I've been changing, but I won't get a medal for it

Cause I do it for the light: Foreign Air, Better For It

But I'm still the same me, don't get yourself concerned

I'm just trying to forget so many things that I have learned

Cause repetition'll kill you, I've said it before

No, repetition'll kill you, I've said it before

But you didn't get the point, so I said it some more

No you did not get the point, so I had to say it some moreNevertheless, I'm still improbable

But here I am, so I guess it's possible

But I'll give you the fact that it's not quite plausible

Cause like he said, I'm improbable

[Verse 2]

No, nobody can keep up with me, I eat this beat with cutlery

Yeah everybody's judging me but I know someone's loving me

But who will I love? That's the question at hand

I don't care about engagement rings, just that wedding band

I'm lookin at all these girls like "I don't wanna waste your time,"

So I'mma move it out west, but I still got that state of mind

From the Empire State; no I don't think there's a debate

I'm a coaster, but let's see what LA does to Narrowgate

So some of y'all still recovering from the last few bars

So then you go and bring it back, back too far

I'm just wanna make some beats that'll smack you hard

I don't wanna kill everybody like that Jack Ü star

That's a TBT, no one seeing me, so I'm kinda free

I know that it won't last so I'll enjoy it till it's leaving me

Privacy is the price you pay wanting to go along this way

Everyone got their things to say, but I don't really have a lane

I just make what I make, my music's never been fake

And now I'm back at the plate, I'll run a diamond some day

But you better remember that every single letter is just part of the header of a message that's breaking fetters

No if you ever doubted me and still don't believe it (nah)

After the song finishes go back and repeat it

But I still got some more time and I'll give you my piece of mine

To give you a piece of my mind with these improbable lines

[Verse 3]

I'm not the writer that you want but I guess that that's fine

Just like the fact that Brittany would swear that I'm out of my mind

All of my church friends? They don't know what I'm doing

And all of my school friends? They freak out when I'm groovin'

Cause they don't understand the creativity

They couldn’t make it in the industry

But that's where I'mma be headed if y'all keep listening

This is that, stutter-step flow, and now I'm, ready-to-go

It's like there's C4 in me cause I'm ready to blow

With all of this homemade dynamite, no I'm just trying to shine a light

In a subtle way so that they will not be blinded by

The statements that I make when I'm asked why I create

God gives me the gifts and that's why I'm Narrowgate

That boy said fetch a new suit, but I would rather stay in my strong one

Cause If I go shopping I'm sure I would pick the wrong one

Song one? that was Moonlight, Maybe? it was too tight

Spaces sounded like I was in a bottle that had a cap that was screwed on a little too tight

On almost I copied that Back Home flow

I wrote antics when I was coming back home yo

With my MyShot fam, no I was back with the clan

But let's not forget Slavery, Head Games was okay to me

Then XVIII and 63, now it was clear to see

That I was getting better, and here we are now

I dropped Not Me, then didn't hear a sound

But that's okay just listen to me now

(V four)

[Verse 4]

You are listening to a kid who fell in love with that Columbus rap

Then all of them J's, young spitters, not shooters

I got a love for Atlanta, but I kinda hate the music

No I'm more west side, do or die, but I would still love a Big Apple pie

So I guess that I'm a coaster

No I don't wanna be a poster-boy for vultures

Cause let me tell you somethin: I love the culture

Nah, I'll say it again: I love the culture

Boom bap and trap, throw in some rappity-rap

I'm here to spit bars, not just mumble so relaxed

"But Stuart, you're white…" well I guess that that's fact

But I can't help but write, so I guess that that's that (woo!)

So what is there to say?

I'll be improbable till my last day

I'm sure you get it, that's the name of the song

But let's talk about it, and let's see if I'm wrong

[Verse 5]

I'm sure that they'll complain that I'm too metaphorical

Cause my lines are allegorical, and my questions are rhetorical

But my words are grandiloquent, not magniloquent

They're not bombastic, so this is euphemistic rhetoric

You're a peon from Leon so use your simoleons wisely

I'd be keen on Casteel, cause they won't make you pay for Freon

Eon's are timely as seen on Second Peter, three nine, read on

Won't be long before we belong in the heavens where we'll sing on

Predilection or addiction or I need a prescription for my diction cause

I'm always talking with no intermission

Though my inner mission is to do well at fishin'

Might seem strange, but it works like nuclear fission

No you don't get to interject, I'm protected from the right and the left

I move deftly to avoid debt, please don't make excuses

You're living deadly and hollow

Don't follow the folly of the fallen tomorrow, hah

Yeah

Improbable