[Verse 1] I'm tired of talking big, let's just mix a bit Why do you want fame, if you wanna stay the same? Don't try to impress them, just be good at what you can If you wanna follow the program, then just be insane It's the start of the song, and it's already a cla**ic I guarantee you that the spread will be ma**ive On this one, I won't even try to give a message I'll just try to make it loud like a New York traffic Ok, I can admit, I don't know how to freestyle But if you give me hours, guaranteed that's gon' be wild 'cause with these rhymes I give, I can ignite the crowd And once I did that, all the people going to be loud Started this now, going to be hard to slow me down On the top of my game, let me just show you around This beat is so much fire, feeling like Gold Beach weather And don't even try to touch it, you'll be treated just like feather I suggest you call your homies so you can all stick together 'cause trynna battle me is as cheese as cheddar I'll make you scratch your rhymes, make you trynna do better If you want me to help ya, I can give you some ladders So you can get as high as me, and this won't even matter Cuz you will be a Kwame Brown and I will be Chris Webber I know that with this song, will be a pressure I created But this fact won't even bother me, there's nothing I can't take it So [Verse 2] Soul food, it's the thing that all the songs should bring That's why I prefer Logic's album over Hotline Bling Come ask me for a song and I'll say I can make it Just tell me all the records that I still didn't break it On a chilling feeling of suspecting that I'm already faded Or on that crazy persona just like Slim Shady You want me to ghostwrite you, all you need is give me credit 'cause you think that you just gonna sing it and f** it, I won't let it It's not so hard to make it, it's just to see if you can take it If you can't handle the pressure, then don't even try to fake it CJ just made a beat, it's time to see if I can slay it This one already did it, so just go ahead and play it Sleeping on my talents like a Geography cla** I'm feeling on the 90's with that N-A-S No problem, 'cause with these lyrics I think I have a pa** Don't even try to play with me, I don't go to recess The mess that was made it in this can't no more be deleted They bleeding, with this sick album, look more like a routine Of streak k**ing 'em all, 'cause this will be a murder case If you can't keep up the pace The monster is now getting out the cage You overacting your game, I'll call you a second Nicolas Cage You better not try to rage on me 'cause if you do I'm about to turn into the next page And you will be past just like age Go back and forth changing the flow I'm under the radar, on the low I'm just a younger trynna live the dream of the most It must be a humble way as a whole And I just keep the same as I keep flowing through the end of this k**er song Just like a dealer that keep selling his dope I'll keep recording and mixing until the day that there's no hope I got you on my scope, and with my periscope, I can see from the above, and you can tell that my success is very close