[Verse 1: Patches]
I owe y'all this one, its long over due
They've been anticipating this like "Patches drop something new"
Shout out to my fans, man this one is for you
And if you sleeping on me, this that Folgers wake up smell the morning brew
Far from perfect but I'm way ahead of you
At the bottom looking up that's a hella of a point of view
Song after song auto-tuned déjà vu
Real is just a myth and talent is taboo
I'm genuine, authentic , & do my own thang
I ain't never fit in, my drive need its own lane
You can't compare me, cause we will never be the same
All this flow is overflowing I think Ima need a drain
I been chilling laying low, perfecting my craft
But I need to come back cause all y'all raps is a**
Real recognizes real & so I stand out
The late great Kenn Ball taught me never have my hand out
Hundred emoji I always keep it real
I told my homies that we nice enough to do it without a deal
sh**, we better than these posers with a deal
Am I embarra**ing you rappers? Lemme know how you feel
17 years old but so mature in my rhyme
I was born in 96' but I'm ahead of my time
You can polygraph my bars boy I swear I've never lied
I just made yo chick a fan, ladies man, and I ain't even tried
Patches perspective, see the world through my eyes
And even though I'm not, I'm still the best rapper alive
(Smirk)
That's just my attitude
& I don't care bout yo feelings my music so rude
4th deviation, I'm far from average
But to get what I'm kicking, you ain't got to know mathematics
You don't know what I'm saying, but you know that its fantastic
Cause every verse I bless sounds like a new age cla**ic
I'm from the city of ratchets with fat a**es
Its practice to smash it then go promptly pa** it
We determined to get it because we've never had it
Where disputes or arguments have a tendency to end tragic
I've lost a few to a bullet or a cell
I'm conditioned to spit this fire cause I've been through hell
But clearly a gift from God, it ain't hard to tell
A bit of a narcissist, I think I'm a better than everyone else
And rightly so, cause the syllables I write are on another plateau
And this flow that I kick is hard enough to break a toe
I'm liable to k** any beat, man never know
Thorough bread, Cleveland born & raised
I've always showed for my city & ain't a damn thing changed
Some homies pack heat, I spray verbal AK's
Any rapper can get laid I have terrible aim
I'm k**ing y'all on this lyrical sh**
Whitey getting spicy like some miracle whip
Dog, are you hearing this sh** ?
If you was looking for a miracle I'm it
This the product of a kid overlooked
They ain't give me no respect, so it just got took
With bars like this you don't even need hook
Ima let it play out give y'all time to catch up, man wa**up?
[Outro: Jay Crew]
And we back like we never left
We only getting better
Bigger and better
We finer than yo grandmothers wine
n***a
Extraordinarily explicit