[Verse 1]

Proclivity, bitches already know of me

Stagger to the booth and then I flow endlessly

Spit mercury that bubbles when I burn the beat

People will hear me now and I'll be earning the

Cash flow and get closer to my fucking destiny

And technically all the haters should have misery

Cause instead of becoming my friend they were testing me

Now they have to work and I get accepted like Bartleby

Learning so quick, months ago I wrote couplets

Now I'll rise to the fame like the new Muppets

But fuck it, fo' now I'mma take it slow

Take weed to the dome, plant my rhymes and make it grow

Into a fucking tree, right now I'm just sprouting

My path is the place where all the fans'll be shouting

And I'll be on stage with my bros as my hype men

And you'll go to a show even though you spite him

Never gonna stop and never gonna quit it

Just like Harry Potter whenever it comes to Quidditch

I'm in perfect condition, you'll never have to fix this

Make music for the weed smokers and the misfits

So if you're a little strange, don't be afraid to admit it

Do something crazy that no one will forget kid

Get a group of friends and start a whole movement

And if they say you can't well then you better fucking prove it

I'm gonna show my school what my body's made of

Each molecules gotta rhyme-scheme and I've got billions

Worst in the class, but best in the universe

Unlocking doors like someone said, "You go first"

So don't be surprised if my face looks noticeable

Only big bills in this bitch, so no decimal

Got the place going nuts like its a festival

And if you don't like it you can suck my fucking testicles

I can keep going on about how I'm better

And why I should be famous because I'm more clever

Than the average rapper that you see in forever

But I'm the only me and that's something you'll never

See again in your life so follow behind

Guaranteed on every single track you'll rewind

Cause you like my shit 'n it gets stuck in your system

My lyrics produce quotes that you use for wisdom

I guess when I get a pen in my hands I'm an artist

You can hate on me, but I know I'll go the furthest

In life then all of these other wanna-bees theyre stupid

The only way to get in my zone is through a lucid

Dream, I get in my zone and write my music

And if you don't like it well then that is surely bullshit

Cause I'm the prophet, no, I'm the fucking oracle

Got an above casual flow, euphorical