[Intro]

Yeah, man

[Verse 1]

I come from humble beginnings but I don’t act like it

I’ve come a long way from back in the day rapping Mic Titans

I’m trying to get back in the mindset of this rap I’ve been

Writing, only been going up like fucking gas prices

I guess that’s what you call inflation

Skyrocketing, fireworks ablazing

I meant every damn word I said on Greatness

The expectations aren’t heavy, they are weightless

Oh shit, flow switch, gotta get shit in motion

Like the saying goes, do not fix what isn't broken

I don’t care if I don’t grow rich, this my own niche

I don’t need smoke and mirrors, I gotta keep focus

You all say you sick but you bit off some basic lyrics

If you sick then the shit you spit must be plague-rism

You didn’t get that then your motherfucking brain is missing

I said if you think you sick than you commit plagiarism

[Chorus]

Off topic, these bitches know I'm the hot topic

Rolling in the dough, I'm eating me a hot pocket

I see green, so when I go I am not stopping

Bringing home the bag like I went mall shopping

Off topic, these bitches know I'm the hot topic

Make they face scrunch up like raw garlic

Motherfuckers like me are just not common

You lack a bite, dawg, you all barking

[Verse 2]

We ain’t in the same league, let alone the same team

Shit that I’m spitting cold enough to give a brain freeze

Want me to quit then bitch you better make me

Y’all motherfuckers stay sleep, cause I guess bitches only keep up when they day dream

Hate me all you want, you can’t believe

I’m still standing after you tried to break my knees

It’s make-believe, you pretend that I don’t have up and downs, I can’t bounce back, when I fall it’s on a trampoline

On my next chapter, I’m flipping the page

You all use ghostwriters, but not Nicholas Cage

I’m ripping my face off, before I give you some praise

That's not gonna pay off like minimum wage

And here’s a fact check, I’d outrap you and your fat checks

You think you the future but you always past tense

You illiterate, can't even read my lips

You ain't shit, motherfucker, just a piece of it

[Chorus]

Off topic, these bitches know I'm the hot topic

Rolling in the dough, I'm eating me a hot pocket

I see green, so when I go I am not stopping

Bringing home the bag like I went mall shopping

Off topic, these bitches know I'm the hot topic

Make they face scrunch up like raw garlic

Motherfuckers like me are just not common

You lack a bite, dawg, you all barking