[Intro: Anderson .Paak ]
...and if it wasn't me then who could ever
No comparisons b**h, you could never
Say "but f** it, I'm retired" ho, that's my gift to you
Dont ask me what's next, Don't ask me what i'm getting into 30,000
Say "if it wasn't me then who could ever"
No comparisons b**h, you could never
Hey but f** it I'm retired ho
That'd be my gift to you
[Verse 1: JonWayne]
Rode my bike around Hacienda Heights
Moved my a** to La Habra, started eating mics
Dropped the record and stay up in thirty Hyatts
Cus' the kid shoot the sh** like a high fiber diet
I'm not the the type to wyle out but I'm a riot
I'mma ride it like a coattail, write it like a sales quote
Rhyme book flames, Dhalsim strain, Zangief grip upon the game
Just saying your boy's Super
Got that stupid that'll smack you out your Supra
Anyone in earshot the neck is like a tuba
And if you gouda, I can grant your wishes
Or else you get a bag of dirty J. Cole for Christmas
I'm up to bat, my hands are riddled with these blisters
They ain't trying to see me like a stack of dirty dishes
By the way it seems my word been missing
I've been chomping on Chipotle and f**in' a purty mistress
Living the life as far as I am concerned
Dropped a ton like Wile E. Coyote on birds
If you think that I'm retired you ain't know in the 3rd
You can make like Miss Muffet, eat a dick with some curds
Speakin' regal see 'em fleein' when they hear my beacon
Feeling like a bag of leaves when I get to steeping
Feeling like a f'kn G when I get the bleep in
I'm on my private eye steeze when I get to creepin'
While you fake acts change your name with every season
My flame has been the same, I run the torch in every region
When I'm grieving I stay up writing these masterpieces
They want a piece but stop leeching, son, and get back to teaching, Why you think I grabbed the mic for? To start MC'ing
Cus' if you wanna look cool, sure, I can stuff you in the freezer
Save your time, space, and breath, the message is yes
If you don't got that heat you best done hop up out the kitchen
I'll boil you and your carrots up in that pot you piss in
If you don't stop me I'll keep going on just like a piston
Bring your boys and b**hes, lemme paint this picture
I've been ill since DOOM was eating rap-snitch-knishes
And I'mma keep it 30,000 like my HP
Boss Battle Flow , I'm a legend for all eternity
Yeah, I'm a mortal though, I will die eventually
But don't get it twisted, you can spin me on a 33
33 and a third
Cus' I'm gonna s-
Cus' I'm gonna speak
33 and third
And I may just speak until I'm heard, word
Wayniac