[Verse: TypeOne]

Stepped of the cornerstone of misery, learned a little chivalry

And recognize the middle from periphery

The woulda coulda like a hickory

Sitting in the sediment and feeling kinda splintery

You looking for a victory I’ll be your competition

Winning, rising, passing by, invisible transition

You’re currently checking out the original edition

Trading the tuition for a little intuition right? Yeah

Areas adding to my sound

Emanating from the artists and the leaders all around

If you waiting then you’re prolly putting on a couple pounds

You’ll finally hit your bars, I’ll be on the second round

Word to the crowd that’s been listening, gathering a following

Shout out to producers that are generously offering

Owen Hill, Kid Ocean

Noting that a buzz could turn into a commotion

Shout out the leanbeans, and to the stallion

Shout out to the class with the IB medallions

And one more that I must acclaim

Shout out to the kid with the relevant name, ya know me

I’ll keep it live with the mic all typical

Working with the music and I also do the visuals

Where do I come from? Ya’ll better do an integral

When repping honesty, well nothings unforgivable

You’re thinking, that’s not the truth all the time

If you’re living like that then you’re gunna hear a lotta lies

The computation is a compromise

And if that isn’t you, then it’s time to modify

And yeah, I’ll ride the feeling of my first win

Get a couple new spins, starting up a whirlwind

They even mistaking the flow for the flirting

But it doesn’t matter cause I’m liking that it’s working

All about the feel, good, music

Better than coulda the inspirational movement

Now being dumb isn’t equivalent to stupid

The same gap like comparing an electric and acoustic

For me I’d rather not know, than know and not use

I get exceptions but exceptions are often abused

I bet you probably used a few, but me too

Hard to break but easy to peel, bamboo

And every proceeding line is like a tangent

Summertime manners got me looking like a tan gent

I love everybody to an extent

I love women especially with accents

And we’ve all got that truthful addiction

Cause too much of fiction still comes with restrictions

It cycles over so it’s an easy prediction

But in the cycle I’m trying to get evicted

[Outro: TypeOne]

But first, I could chill for a minute

Still I gotta put a cap, put a limit

Yeah, and then it’s back to the business

In this life, I’m trying to go the distance

But yeah, been feeling good for a minute

Yeah, feeling pretty good for a minute

And laughing at the competition

Cause how you gunna win it, if you’re not even in it, I’m barely finished