[Intro]
Rapper Aich:
I been elitist since a fetist
Jump as high as Bron James in his two three jersey
Young fresh kid tryna get over net like birdie
Murts hat, chinstrap sweet chin music money
Nah that s**ed
Alive Aich:
Beat boxing
Alright… That's all you need to say
Douglas:
Yo, Yo cut that sh** out
Quit
Damn man nobody wanna hear that sh**
Nah like he rappin'
[Verse]
Emcee
Emkay
Got white chicks rocking MK bags
Like I'm Kim K's
Husband at 21
Emkay
Mic Kord
At 23 I'm LJ forget a Mike Jord
Paint a vivid picture with a stencil of a tongue
Young son of a gun
Son of a 45
So fly
At necks like batwings on bowties
Boaters be fishing to hook me
Can kiss my bu*tock
I sat and watch the game from the side
Just waiting for my turn where my entrée and side
I slide to second-guessing
Wonder if I'm destined
To put a ring on rap and have the Mic as a best man
Back when Mikey was my best friend
Playing Pokemon the gold one
I knew life was an adventure
Grades were like badges
Evolving was goals son
Write this letter to young Joey I owe one
Grow, be the new age not the old one
And the world needs a savior
Use the Lord as a model
Look up and be a bold one
Look up and be a bold