Verse 1:

It's so cold but I'm right where I need to be

It took a while but I at least had the decency

To show up with some shit even a little lesson

Enough knowledge the whole class can get a piece

Me and my pad we got chemistry

I step in the lab and make history

Papa John type deliveries

Parmesan bitch I'm getting cheese

Money on my mind like a memory

So my eyes green and yellow cheese head you digging me?

Get a shovel phukk is you kidding me?

Get a stroller you niggas kittens b

Get some pussy money or something

Cause most niggas be rapping but nah they ain't productive

Clear bottles and nice views

I see boats I boast and spoke all of this shit into existence it's crazy how life cruise

Yes I am the right dude

Nigga I'm a step above up and I been up here so I don't really give a phukk

Hook:

Let's wake them up man this shit is dead

What we gonna do is bring them back to life

It's only write that I'm the type to

Stick to the script I am the right dude

I keep going til there's nothing left

Yes I am the right dude

Vere 2:

It's a war brewing nigga pay attention

You playing for the right team or you play the benches

This is Ls in the man cave

Number one draft pick yeah bitch a fan fav

This is grind not a grid

But i get it N mind like Tron type of shit

Are you feeling him? Go head put your arm in the air to this

Can they handle him? Chest of the rare bluish

Call it pneumonia nigga my air coolest

Something you couldn't stomach gut is a real trooper

Iron lung heart of a lion

I ain't lying these dickheads is dying

Legend before recognition

And if you footing the bill then you niggas better tip him

I tip toed in the game like some psycho

Who came in like a dead body with no name

John Doe eyes closed open up the bag Who the phukk is he?

Get his throat slashed get his clothes snatched then I'm gone into the horizon

Alive before I was born

And if anybody see what I've done

You deserve an award you're now my clone

Hook:

Let's wake them up man this shit is dead

What we gonna do is bring them back to life

It's only write that I'm the type to

Stick to the script I am the right dude

I keep going til there's nothing left

Yes I am the right dude

Verse 3:

Back to back like a chiro-

Practice magic magic with my eyes closed

Count to three and poof I'm gone

Thoughts get thrown like a spiral

I don't like your attitude you don't see what eye rolled

I need Magik with my eyes closed

Go into the booth give them nothing but that pyro-

Manic mind gone brainic mind blown

You crazy acting you niggas is Animaniacs

Bow to your sensei I don't know karate

But I'll show you how crazy act

Let me zip up this bag before I fade to black

Gold microphones and Dom P

I closed my eyes and set my mind free

What do you when there's nothing to prove

I'm in the stu like it's nothing to lose

These dudes plotting shoes fire like Nothing To Lose

They loose sight of who's hotter I should just jump in a pool

I can't be a seeder to you leaches

You either in the game or you niggas play the bleachers

I keep going til there's nothing left

Yes I am the right dude