[Verse 1]
This is rapping reborn yeah I'm something like an old head
Everyday I'm working at my best just knowing what I said
A style you haven't done yet nothing stopping you so please fall back
Repair Man to this rap game n***a I'm All That
How you competition spitting fiction? Me I'm all facts
Girls say they done with Jéan P but steady calling back
My momma said you don't need no wings to prevail
You just as good as them rappers who keep up with they sales
Most known unknown they ain't compare to me yet
These thugs on they laptops making terrorist threats
And man these critics won't get it they probably never will
You at yo' mommas still waiting on a record deal
I'm saying what I feel it's all up in the plan
How you call yourself a man dressing like Duran Duran?
Cuz P is confident you was born incompetent
I got Soul By The Pound that explains my common sense
[Hook] [Repeat 4X]
I document my journey just to show them where I'm going
[Verse 2]
I make these songs to let these rappers know I'm still flowing
These kids go to school and I'm the dude they probably quoting
Be careful how you take cuz they say the substance potent
Ohio on the radar I'm the one they Inter-scoping
I'm hoping my stars align with this galaxy
King P is parched here peasant fill my chalice please
Old soul avoids wearing any Jordan's past the 3's
Jocking on my style and they asking where I got my tees
[They say you need some polishing] Come on man I got it please
Yeah you got the swag but you ain't got the fetti on the cheese
I'm weird in a good way you couldn't beat me on my worst day
It's lights out when I blow Happy Birthday
Atheists hear me rap they saying "Lord Have Mercy!"
I'm jumping over tracks like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
I'm flying right over the cuckoos nest when I'm rapping
Some of em' call it snapping when I came to make it happen 330
[Hook] [Repeat 4X]