young tobe why you rappin' so hard? i don't know
i hop on tracks like geronimo
my flow sicker than the common cold
killin' all the competition like i'm maximo
hop on any beat they ask me for
eat the beat up then it's catchy folk
i'm the debo form of edgar allen poe
i know what the hood is wildin' for
that's why all my bars are casserole
puffin' on that cabbage smoke
they just really need a chaperone
can't you see the flow is aquafina
i just keep their glasses full
got 'em takin' sips of water
lowkey feelin' like a martyr
no wrestling or the king of the ring
used to flip the dub in his impala
singing wanna be a baller
skin the same color copper
if your white tee got dirt around the collar
but don't ever be ashamed
'cause i swear i was the same
when i wasn't able to contemplate the game
then i got word from a birdie
came down with a holy kiss
told me all my sauce was erroneous
that my flow wasn't the holiest
a speck in your eye change the spectrum
'round 'bout the age of seven
i felt like all my dogs would go to heaven
tryin' to pack crowds 'til i'm sixty
make rap a cash cow and get milky
beware of dairy like i was lactose
then i turned 25 and realized
it was only by those that lacked toast
you need that there to get ahead
good intentions ain't gon' put no roof over your head
cut through the bull like a bayonet
and pray like judaea for the days ahead