I’ve been dialed in like it’s Napster and LimeWire

Burnin’ through these beats like a bootleg fire

I was raised on cheat codes and Blockbuster nights

Now I’m bossed up, talk slick, grip mics

Yo, upgraded my pen game, sharper than a Big blade

Been grindin’ in the shadows like I’m Spawn in the mid-grade

Now I’m snappin’ like a flip phone, bars in a sick zone

Flow tighter than cornrows on Jim Jones, big tone

I’m that 90’s baby with a Walkman soul

Dreamcast heart, with a mind on scroll

Back when mixtapes spun like Beyblades

Now I carve my name in beats likе switchblades

Talk slick, but I moonwalk past ‘em like Billiе

Still stay real like the Rugrats, chillin’ with Lil’ Phil and Dilly

I’m a beast in a Starter jacket, GameShark tactics

Neo in the booth, dodgin’ all y’all static

Used to feel lost, now I boss up daily

Had to go Slim Shady just to keep from goin’ crazy

From Xbox LANs to stage fans with hands up

Levelin’ like Goku after takin’ his stance up

So if you ain’t feelin’ me, cool — I ain’t beggin’ for clout

Just know I’m ten steps ahead while y’all still figure it out

Rap game feelin’ like Tony Hawk in his prime

I’m flippin’ on tracks — no pads, just grind

Now I’m dialed in like it’s Napster and LimeWire

Burnin’ through these beats like a bootleg fire

I was raised on cheat codes and Blockbuster nights

Now I’m bossed up, talk slick, grip mics like fights

Now I’m dialed in like AOL tones through the static

Back when Dragon Ball aired, and the fights were cinematic

Toonami raised me, I’m sharp like Blade 3

Swag in my veins, I’m the glitch in the mainframe, baby

Wrote bars on my binder, freestyles in detention

Now I drop gems like I’m Sonic with momentum

Old soul, young flame — grew up in Gotham at heart

Now I black out on tracks like I’m Bats in the dark

Catch me in a jersey with some baggy-ass jeans

Still cookin’ in the lab like I’m breakin’ bad scenes

Yo, this ain’t luck, it’s controller grip tight

Had to fight through the night, like Link in twilight

Man, I used to dream on a fold-out couch

Now I’m dreamin’ with some schemes that’ll fold y’all out

CD stacks, burnt tracks with that sharpie scribble

Now it’s iPhones, but I still rap like it’s little league riddles

Nerf gun wars, WWF on the floor

Fast-forward, now I body beats and settle the score

Not cocky, just real — they can’t box what I build

Grew from demo tapes to killin’ tracks with no chill

Now I’m dialed in like it’s Napster and LimeWire

Burnin’ through these beats like a bootleg fire

I was raised on cheat codes and Blockbuster nights

Now I’m bossed up, talk slick, and grip fucking mics

Came from scribblin’ rhymes on my lunchroom tray

Now I’m flippin’ these lines like it’s eBay in the Bay

Used to dream in the bleachers, now I scheme where I play

Turned a pen to a weapon, now they duck what I say

Flippin’ lines like tech decks on classroom desks

Now I’m cashin’ out bars like I’m cuttin’ them checks

From couch cushions to rap ambitions

Now it’s all gas, no brakes, just tact and precision

Went from scribbles on pages to facts in the rhythm

Now I’m stackin’ up plays like it’s stats in a scrimmage

From the slouch to the summit, now I’m snappin’ with vision

What I mapped in the distance, now I’m actually livin’

Used to drown in my doubts, now I’m splashin’ with wisdom

Every scar on my soul got a caption and rhythm

Turned my pain into prose, now it’s passion I’m penning

Every loss that I took had a lesson just hidden

Used to grind in the shadows, now my spotlight’s on display

Built my hustle brick by brick, no shortcuts, no delay

From the sidelines to headlines, I’m the wordplay’s relay

Every bar’s a knockout — heavyweight in the fray

Now they study my moves like it’s notes on a page

Flipped the script, made the game mine, broke out the cage