Verse 1: Izzy Jone$]
It's Izzy
'88 Bars
For every metaphor
Find 88 flaw
Mr. Got to Get it
Yeah, I gotta go hard
Like it's 1975
I got you scared of Jaws!
About to show these teens what a career is
I might stay underground
And no label might never hear this
Doctors say I'm the illest
And I suffer from realness
All we want is a name
Just so you people can hear me
And feel me
Top notch talent
Prince of everything
Eyes kind of brown
But I guess that I see better green
(Sylvain White flow
Please don't step to me x2)
Peep the record
Just go take a listen
All I date is yellow bones like the cast of the Simpsons
Emotions in my eyes
But showing no feelings
Like Derrick Rose face
You should laugh if you get it
First off, we hitting
Second off, you missing
Only 14 & I hope you really listen
No awards
But still an honorable mention
Billy goat style
I wasn't even kidding
I need to make this video in Slow-Mo
And shout out Diggy one time for promo
Jumping in the booth
They nicknamed me pogo
Let me back on it
Are you scared?
Poyo?
I am not solo
It's TD & BI
We fly
No suwoo
So, what is a beehive
No recess
You be stressed
You're right now and I be next
Or maybe after ya'll
Who ever Last
I got them
[Verse 2: Izzy Jone$]
And I'm back with it
k**ing all of these tracks pimping
Never had all the girls
But now they holla back with me
Well not really
But it's coming
Not promising the summer
But to me it's gone be something