although my pen's pressed to my composition
i'm hardly ever impressed by my competition
god given vocal cords that can open doors
alot of pressure being this deep like a ocean floor
ocean blue coupe seats feelin' soft and cool
she feelin' soft and sweet
but to think on my level they gotta buzz you up
fuck is up suckas better get your vision clear
i'm a son you to make you disappear
i raise the bar with this bar shit
i got nobody to spar with
you say shit like fuck you