| Uhh, let’s be honest, 'cause truthfully
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| At the rate I’m moving, you gon' have to get used to me
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| This sauce is the weakest, tang and my three step
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| Often rejected cause I reject the reject
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| Garage band flow needs no reasoning
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| Y’all niggas tasteless, beef no seasoning
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| C4's eating them proceed to the exit
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| Ends with a L-Y, starts with an S, yes
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| Him without a win is Clark Kent without a cleft chin
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| Superman reference of how high I keep stepping
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| Whoa, I go harder than standardized testing
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| Bars on lock my development’s arrested
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| I’m the bestest, on a bad day I spit asbestos
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| Yeah, yes, impressive y’all steady coming in second
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| Fuck V-necks, I’m the rapper to invest in
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| My flow ends recessions, I’m fresh as Crest breath is
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| Okay, I’m tryna tell you I’m superior
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| Cardiac flow what you’re hearing in my material is heart
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| Covered in ego, I freeze emcees zero degrees below
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| When it’s comes to alter-ego's, I got at least four
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| But they the reason why I’m always ready, listo
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| Aight I’m Sly-lingual, eyes on the prize, I’m fly make eyes twinkle
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| I been dope, put it on your grandmother’s wrinkles
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| Chip on my shoulder like I’m dieting with Pringles
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| I brush it off quick like H to the O-V
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| Life is but a beach chair beach nigga’s folding |