[Intro]

Yeah

Uh

Yeah

[Verse 1]

My inner cortex is something like a machine

Losers can't compete and these rookies not in my league (Nah)

And I've been known by prophets since twelve hundred two B.C

And I've arrived like they perceived

High as fuck smoking some lemon weed

And all I think I really need inside my limousines' a super thick bad bitch half black and Lebanese (Yeah)

I like to represent my team wear my Letterman (Uh huh)

The devil outside of my door I might just let him in (Uh huh)

Levitate hop in that bitch and zoom (Skrrt)

And when I spot the money I chase it in high pursuit (Yeah)

And I presume I'm flying inside of my hyper suit

So you haters cannot keep up and your eye retina doesn't compute

Good grief niggas sweeter than fruits (Fruits)

Turn these bitches brains into soup and then I scoop

Now all these record labels they calling trying to recruit, but I handle it smooth, like a pool stick just awaiting my cue

[Chorus]

Yeah uh

And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages

Hard work and these bitches somehow he balances

Yeah

And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages

Hard work

[Verse]

Dope lyrics, spit 'til my molars missing

High as fuck, I think I just swallowed a solar system

Polar bear pissing I'm colder than snow crystals

Flow different like there's a kink in my hose system (Ah yeah)

My whole system really fucking bizarre (uh)

Hopped inside my car and my destinations the stars (Skrrt)

And I am too evolved that's why I do not get involved

'Cause I just want the paper like a artist preparing to draw

I fix it all, bitches call me MacGyver

Hotter than the fire and I never need a lighter (Uh)

Lighter on my feet than Cassius Clay fighting

Brighter than a supernova exploding with lightning (Goddamn)

I'm enticing lyrically I am priceless

Fly shit like I'm licensed to be a pilot

Icing on the fucking cake when I'm writing

But if I freestyle it's a level five crisis (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Yeah uh

And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages

Hard work and these bitches somehow he balances

Yeah

And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages

Hard work

[Verse 3]

The sickest nigga alive I promise (Yeah)

Sicker than liquor mixed with chicken fingers in vomit (Nasty)

Someone call the doctor I probably spit up my tonsil

Deeper than a fossil nigga I'm Mufasa

I move faster to weed a true Rasta (brrr)

Higher than space my face like Chewbacca

The world has acquired a taste for the new gospel

And I am their leader this is Propr Pentecostal (Amen)

Propr the type to probably paint a Mona Lisa

My bitch bad, my baby my Mona Lisa

Now all my broads are flawless, ah Jesus

Feeling like Caesar swimming in gold pieces

Et tu Brute, niggas are so sneaky, and we be focused on our cheese and our chi see

Feed me beats and watch me leave the feces

Deleting these lames at the game, no cheat sheet

[Chorus]

Yeah uh

And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages

Hard work and these bitches somehow he balances

Yeah

And I say that boy is talented, talented, he manages

Hard work