(Aaron Paul: Hold on to your hats bitches)

My verbal presence is herbal essence I'm in your head

All up in your noggin from the morning til you get in bed

Get the picture lyrically, I hit you til you spitting red

Y'all been working 9 to 5, I've been doing this instead

I'm just a different bred, kiddo from Atlanta

Hand the microphone to me and watch the world become a fan of

Mister Schultz, give me the beat and I give it a pulse like I'm reviving it

College kids will eat it up the way that I be rhyming it

My flow is dominant, spit so quick I frickin' vomit it

Give it a minute I'm fine with it, I'm down to take my time with it

I fronted world star and hadn't even made a dime from it

So if you want to tell me I ain't shit, I ain't buying it

Coming in off the dome straight violent

Tell me how it feel, could have signed a fucking deal freestyling

Consider this a message from a youngin' representing

Rappers hopping on a beat and straight riding it, Atlanta what up

I'm the new kid on the block and

I'm coming in better than ever before and

I petal the metal I'm ready to floor and

I never will settle for anything boring

I got an incredible kind of decor and

I bet when they listen they ready for more cause

If I'm on the mic I take over the tour and

I find an impeccable way to perform and

I know that I'm doing it now, yeah I'm doing it now, yeah

I'm on stage staring at you in the crowd, moving around

Yeah you know I got it grip the mic and let it go

Doing it off the top daily I just had to let them know

See I'm nasty, all these up-and-comers can't pass me

Who would have figured a kid like me could rap? Exactly

Given the rhythm I got it's hard to match me

It's funny how you hate but now you bumping me like adolescent acne, and

Lately all the fans want more, next year you guaranteed to see me on tour

With another mixtape written, ready to record

In that old school flow baby 1994

(Aaron Paul: Bitch!)