| Theodore Aloysius Huxtable | 
| Deleted the drums, so as we have begun | 
| The content is raw enough to take the beat where you want | 
| Amen to the speakers and the piece in the trunk | 
| Understand both sides, shit I’m even from jump | 
| Never blamed, I just leveled the lane | 
| And took whatever remains | 
| To push whatever you need to be done | 
| Made 'em rep for where they wouldn’t ever seem to be from | 
| Let 'em play the car in back like a seat in the front | 
| I saw it all with a Theo glare | 
| Wrote my keynote here | 
| In Dyslexic, reverse how I see those there | 
| Cause for us, loud money couldn’t be more clear | 
| Chest poking, I mean we only repo scared | 
| No backsies | 
| Know what it took us to get to have these | 
| Die before we give that time back, exactly | 
| Rap be, sort of my way of becoming Clifford | 
| And if he was still alive, my biggest fan would be Ennis | 
| 10 Stigwood living, tickets to Dance Mania | 
| They hired working a textbook, fan framing us | 
| Gee and Maxine Kirkwood to campaign with us | 
| And Lana Herman, both of 'em sorta perfect | 
| Became the kid with the vision that started blurring | 
| And everyone around him and wit him was Carter working | 
| So now I’m trying to feel my way around | 
| In corner stores asking how it feel to take the crown | 
| I was feeling weighted down and didn’t know | 
| Same gray bottoms started giving a bigger glow | 
| I ain’t ask for it, baby, I was just penning, yo | 
| And saw a little room and was hoping to get a go | 
| Look what we have here | 
| Look how it turnt out | 
| Never saw it coming, I was just 'bout to turn 'round | 
| Leave it up to me, and we’ll be here for keeps | 
| Crown us if you want, but we just here to eat | 
| Look what we have here |