[Verse 1: Cla**ick] You the king of the hill, but I'm king of Mt. Everest Bombing on these tracks got me feeling like a terrorist You scared of this, son you better back up Or you'll end up like Tina when she got smacked up Need to get my racks up, trying to stack some money I don't live in Philly but my life is always sunny Used to laugh and call it funny now they showing me some respect Because their girl is jerking me like she's doing the reject The best, is all that I plan to be Flow so sharp I could cut down your family tree Scared of me, yeah that's what you should be Because I'm getting green: money and that good tree Push me, and you know that I will strike back I'm so high I be chilling where your kite's at Tight tracks, is all that I record But I'm still in high school getting A's on my report [Hook] [Verse 2: Cla**ick] Let's take a detour, quick trip through my mind No Penn State but I am coming from behind About to be in front, I'm the rap game's Usain Trying to get some money so I can spend it like 2 Chainz You're too lame, but I'm sick as could be bro I'll put your b**h on her knees like Tebow When we throw, sh** it's always to the endzone I f** the same b**h that just put you in her friend zone I got the nastiest flow, that's just my mindset Because I'm spitting ill rhymes but I can't even drive yet And I'm still getting hotter like the f**ing climate When I am rhyming I'll knock you out like Tyson So give me a mic and I'll strike like lightning When I am writing I'm sicker than Sickle-Cell Yeah my flow is money throw this sh** down a wishing well I would name drop your b**h but I never kiss and tell [Hook]