Verse

Let's start this off with something I slapped together at 2:30 in the morning

Now I dont feel like I have to brag, its just that
my work does it fo' me, like its my best homie
cuz who know me better than the words i inspire
i must be a genius, you see how i perspire?
its either that, or maybe i truly spit fire
i plan to take me higher, then maybe retire
with a fat wad of cash and my own private island
cuz my rhymes so crazy they belong in an asylum
so i file em, into my mental file cabinet
you tryin to upstage me, nah i ain't havin it
i'm so damn passionate, i got yall panickin
i'm so high, i walk the sky like young anakin
call me a high flyer, a lover and a fighter
i put so many words together like a typewriter
so yall can cipher hard, i'm finna write regardless
i'd rather write somethin good, than spit some garbage