[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
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[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]