I get it on in where the fish don’t burn
Fry your brain if the brother don’t learn
This microphone must got you concerned
Straighten your head like a fucked up perm
The flow so nasty, migraine flashy
My pain elevated can’t surpass me
Drake rhyme, you dogging it, Lassie
Lubricate the game ashy
I’m in the left lane, pass me
-You get it, you can’t
This is my warm it up rant
I hold down the fort for ransom
Who cares if I’m awful, I’m awfully handsome
Besides I’ve been awesome since the days of Hanson
from LI to Cortland Mansions they burn one down
And I want some answers
I know you want money, we need finances
Each and everyday I keep it so peachy
So many failures attempt to eat me
Too grown for Mike Jackers to beat me
Hijackers yelling that I’m not Avicii
I know that, my flow got you on Prozac
You wanna rewind time quick and go back
With no nap sack but still cool like that
I put the whole universe on my map
You could see me inside the Almanac
But all you wanna know is where the armor at
Fuck that I’m looking for the party out back