[Jacob the King] Hey yo the kid is something special, you're gonna want more than just the rental Yeah I give you benefits, talking medical and dental Yeah I know I'm white but forget a Mac Miller comparison My rhymes are presidential, talking William Henry Harrison Except I'mma live forever, forget this weather Just remember what I said when all the fans are screaming effort Got that cash, because I've been on my grind And my rhymes Back to the Future 2, ahead of its time Like Campbell's Soup, my flow be chunky, I don't care about no lentil My mama heard me rapping, sent me to Holly Hill because she swears the flow is mental I ain't dropped it, I ain't signed it, but I rewind-ed and was reminded You drop gross stuff, I drop slick stuff, quick flip There's a problem with your flow you should probably fix it I just Twix it - my flow so sweet Looking for some nice candy on my trick or treat And I'm dressed like a ghost, repping down south and east coast But I bleed Red Wing red don't get it twisted I'm the creme de la creme, I'm the cream of the crop Worst bar I ever spit is better than what the others dropped Cause they dropped the ball, five foot zero inch tall
Man your bars are comical, you are k**ing me smalls But enough about you, let's talk about me I'm well on my way to a college degree I reside in Chapel Hill where I get my thrills By hitting shots like Marcus Paige hits the three Oh that's typical, another rapper spitting about basketball But I swear my rhymes are mystical And like golf's best weekend I am masterful If I'm coming on the track I'm paid cash in full I'm a man gone free like I pa**ed parole Finally paid for my bars like cash for gold Dropping change in my lines like a pa**ed a toll Pa** the hole, at the table we share My eyes so low, forget this glare My soul in limbo like a bar in the air Man I'm a prince like Caspian, so just sit over there, man forget your chair So how'd he drop a mixtape without even tryin'? How he like a Nick Sparks book, leave all the ladies cryin'? How he like the Wright Brothers, always flyin'? How he like a chef, always fryin'? I'll let you in on my secret, man I just got the gift So I live in the present, forget the rest, Taylor Swift And I shake it off, then I rake it off Then I start watching your bae take it off Like my name was David Ha**elhoff