(Dayummm, it’s the last one already? Awww....The Enddd)

I Had thought about buying plays

Just so everybody else would think

I’m on

But if I did it would’ve turned me off

To the ways of the game

Cuz I’d been spittin flames

Hotter than venus

Since I was a fetus

Swore them rappers cheated

To get a feature

Was mad as plankton

I Wanted secrets

To how they’re eating

Cuz I’d be eating tracks like lollipops

Watching all them suckers jaws’ drop

When my mic dropped

When They realized all they music flopped

Cuz I got

Hella Mines in my rhymes

they just ain’t blown up quite yet

Guess my glow up gon be quiet

Unless I get colorful dreads in my head

Or I cop a Rollie and a few face tats

Bet I’ll rack up more playbacks

If I did that, it’d be a snap

But I know them wack fads just a trap

So I gotta keep on working on the craft

Til everybody knows that I’m the mack

Swear I’ll murk every single ass cheesy ass

Rapper til I’m the only one left standing

Cuz it’s a battle royale

Been working fortnights

On my immaculate style

Dis a new wild child scat rap sound

And I ain’t stopping til I’m chilling sipping with the rap giants in the clouds

I’m aiming for the glory tryna write my stories now

Hope it don’t get gory but I’m shooting at dey crowns

Imma stand before a jury
tell em that I buried

All of em in a fury

And they better scurry

For I knock em out

Forgot my inhibitions

Cuz they always kept me down

Making a transition

From the fancy rapping clown

To a new position

So y’all better listen

Cuz I’m on a mission

Show the world a vision

It ain’t ever seen til now (now)



(Ow ow)

(Wow wow)

This the feeling

You be feeling when You floating ten feet off the ground (ground)

(Blaow bloaw)

(Shmoaw zow)

This the feeling

I be feeling when I’m bouncing all around these crowds (crowds crowds crowds)

(Crowds crowds crowds)

Imma hound (woof)

Need a pound (true)

Bad boy cool

What ya gonna do

when I lay it in the booth

Are ya gonna shoot

Like a block boy tool?

Or Hit that flash drive

Cuz ya ain’t got a juul?

I pity fools getting mules instead of jewels

They be ghouls

Acting like ya owe em proof

Screw they troop

Got my crew

Tight like new

Blue suede shoes

We Never lose

Never feud

Even when

The world is cruel

But a problem got a problem

If it’s coming for me

Check my family tree

I come from John Henry’s

Unreal, steel drill beating

Street OGs

So if you love the movie look behind the scenes (damn)



What’s inside your genes?

How yo rhymes so clean?

Oh y’all talking to me?

now I can’t just be?

I know it ain’t just me

Who finds it hard to believe

That all these things

Could be reality

When I’ve only seen it on tv

So gimme a sec to breathe

Nah, what’s inside your genes?

How yo Rhymes so clean?

When’s yo next drop T?

Damn now I can’t just be

Is this really the dream? ~

Guess it’s my time to see



Is this the end

Is this the end (yeah)



But this end ain’t really the end

It’s really just the beginning

My story gon be rewritten

With the same soul

And come back again

It’s Falkor, neverending

Feeling Young and old André Benjamin button

if I see the light

It won’t mean nothing

UnLess I live my life tryna be something ~

can’t let it end, gotta keep it coming (3x)