[Verse 1: Spitfire]

Fire breathing kid I only spit I'm never talkin'

Roastin' all these chickens while I'm swervin' in the cockpit

Do it outta love I ain't in it for the profit

But how many rappers you know skin colour chocolate?

I'm ballin' out this world you could say I'm in a Space Jam

Tryna grab the ROC I should change my name to Jay man

J Cole the prodigy but ain't nobody hot as me

Yelling out Cole World that's why I dress properly

Waffles for breakfast just me and Aunt Jemima

I give bread to the cat sub-spitting at Peeta

Saturday Nights are live shout out to Tina

I'm running this game you second place like Vegeta

Pouncing on turtles breaking boxes like I'm Mario

Chasing after success damn that's good cardio

Your rhymes expired like the gum under my seat

Republicans constructing tearing down Sesame Street

I'm Camping by this Bonfire but I keep it Royal

Line's cooked to perfection just takes time to boil

My dreams go on longer than the Nile is

If Bino spit that fire then I guess I spit that Childish