[Verse 1: Spitfire]

Week one four by four I'm 'bout to start with it

Reality ain't no dreams I got my top spinnin'

Jay & 'Ye better watch the throne cause I'm coming through

Hop up with my crown saying, "Hey, What's up with you?"

Ridiculously talented I don't resemble average kids

I grab the pen & pad it's magic from my fingertips

Depicting illustrations of converging civilizations

Dropping knowledge with soul that's my interpretation

Jay was chillin', 'Ye was chillin'

Bieber did his thing

But Spitfire came to kill it

My rhymes are wicked & I got much more to say

Legend in the making I'm always spitting that fire

Making music for the people till the day I retire

I could be 85 with a flow still mean

But for now 16 bars at the age of 16