[Verse 1]

I’m like the young Dr. Raden about to save the world from this whole rap

Famine

You rappers think you good but you were really never famin’

So put me in the booth I be the real one flaming

Your rap game’s a lost cause its got to many flaws

Not enough applause, you should stop and push pause like…

I don’t make sense I just make dollars so that get me the Benz to roll with the

Ballers

I flow tighter than your jeans, they think I’m vegetarian with all of my greens

In my pocket but I will always rock it because I never stop because I am like a rocket

I’m always heavy stepping cause the mic is my weapon;

Even when I’m dub stepping my music’s still reflecting all the way back in

1996 when rappers were rapping just for kicks, not for radio hits

Just

For the fun of it, but then the money got in the way ruined the partay

[Hook]

I be beach house chillin

Like a beach house villain

Can’t stop the feeling

Got me up to the ceiling

And it’s Natural Disaster Records and ndoctrinate

[Verse 2]

Can you hear that toot

Yeah that’s the Kanye flute

So now we in cahoots

Wearing Gucci suits with the Gucci boots

And we got more Gucci than Patrizio’s room

And if practice makes it perfect

Than you can call me practice cause that’s just how I work it

And I never throw up unless it’s hands or money

Or after hearing your album that was nothing but bumpy

Staying fresh like the coffee in my cup

So I buy a new lambo everyday to freshin up

Black and white nikes like im stepping on oreos

Fans keeep me cool like my last name’s coolio

And I don’t got haters just naysayers

But when they hear me rap they become fish filatyers

If you say you rap better than me then you must be talking about presents

Because all you hippity hoppers can’t finish a sentence

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I’m back at it like a snack addict

And attack this whole rap like a silly rabbit

Which means I’m doing ollies and flips

Because tricks are for kids not for rappers with carrots

You wear your rap name on your rap chain

Just to remember it so that you won’t forget

You can’t steal the spotlight from me

When you can’t even afford one yet, you get that, that’s that uh

I’m in tip-top shape

Ya’ll rappers are still out getting tip-top hate

And I got more dough than the neighborhood baker

And if hip-hop’s in danger I’ll be the rap savior

You spit too much in the mic

Your concert’s front seats are the splash zone type

And your just an imposter even your shadows are fake

You ain’t a monsta I make you weak like pasta

Even when I’m cooking up lasagna

And what else would you expect

I’ve got so much ice I’ve got Alaska on my neck

South Pole on my chest, North Face at my waist

And more than a uni verse at my breath

And forget about swag I’ve been straight swanking for a whole week

From the weekend to weekend leaving you rappers still stuck at the week end

Ha Ha

[Hook]