Verse 1:

Running this shit like a relay

Pass the baton, I put the beat on and I get to looping the replay

Reciting my rhymes to pocket the dimes through pockets and lines I relay

A lot of the time, I get it precise and down to a T, no retakes

The brother divine, a beast, ay, my partner in crime is DJ

He send me the beat and I rip it apart like the art of paper mâché

I glue all the verses together and hang it, it’s looking like Mona Lisa

If PUPPET is ONEPOINTFIVE, then PII is LIMBO and this is the TWOPOINTFIVE like love to the guy Aminé

Been listening in to what he say, while plotting the letters

The doubt in my skill is just not getting better

I take a dry spell and it’s fucking my head up

Sooner or later I’ll pop on the headers and go to press play but cannot pick the pen up

So while I can, keep it sharper than ever cause I do not wanna be talking to Dr. Whoever

Therapist the beat, they probably won’t hear this cause this for me

Helping the Boi claim the victory while he rapping for them on his next release

Every person that met me can tell you I’ve always been bursting the semi

Not talking guns, the verses of Sammy, too slow, they gotta reverse it already

Ain’t even got the first verse in already, well fuck it, let’s bring the hook in

I’ll chuck it right thurr like I’m Chingy

Heard you resent me, well you better learn to respect me cause

Chorus:

I came here to prove a point

Pen game sharp but doubt’s been keeping me from feeling moods of joy

ABC’s might help me move on look I’m breezing through the joint

Practicing the writing to help me to leave ‘em all destroyed, take me to Detroit

Verse 2:

Flight’s booked, on my way to America

I’m not alone. I’m taking a passenger Queen with me

A sidekick, I’m a white tiger, the King of Comerica Park

Man I been ready to start, gun ain’t go off but I’m ready to dart

The day that you beat me is the same day we see LONGEVITY chart

Better yet seeing Melody chart, Aubrey hand a grammy to Dot

Khaled stop yelling in songs, Diddy not catching a felony charge

Other words it ain’t never gon’ happen, Sun Light ain’t gon’ ever stop rapping

I am forever adapting, hit my potential, that’s what the others are lacking and

Chorus:

I came here to prove a point

Pen game sharp but doubt’s been keeping me from feeling moods of joy

ABC’s might help me move on look I’m breezing through the joint

Practicing the writing to help me to leave ‘em all destroyed, take me to Detroit