[Verse 1:]

Atlanta aliens, go up to Boston, kick it like Koston

Flip it till I'm exhausted, and nauseous

Everything is spinning like I'm Dizzy, nah that ain't Wright

Spitting in your eyes so you lose sight

Lose my motivation cuZ I'm on vacation

Hell yeah I'm lying;

Soak the beat with bleach and leave it out for drying

One verse from me is equivalent to your degree from Kanye's university

You're late to class, I'm having a Good Morning;

Good Life, Flashing Lights, I'm actually snoring

Nightmares storm into my mind;

Thing is my dreams help me write these lines

I write to twist plots like spines; & twist them I do

Light them up when they're thicker

Cure your bad mood quicker than a Snicker

I dislike fish and grits and all that pimp shit;

But I'm not a motherfucking pimp, bitch

[Verse 2:]

I'm a Gla$$ Mosquito like Nincada

Blanco no blanca

Listening to a lot of Nas, Outkast, and Kanye

Stop, like you're at a 4-way intersection

I want more Ye like Late Registration

Production game like Crack Music with The Game

Unique, I laugh at the ones who are the same

My Name Is My Name harder than a lot of albums

Harder than the ones blowing money on medallions

Blowing Money Fast, MMG filled with weak mc's

Not all, but they're making their way to the mainstream

Rapping about lean and drugs like you can't die

Kids listen and overdose over their lies

Pretty sure Cudi is a sign

Everybody gotta change up like a change-up

Protect the kids like Rangers

& power through like Rocket Power, All Along The Watchtower