[Verse One:]
Mr. Monday in the house!
Nine. Eleven. I'm at it like Luda in Word of Mouf
Like 50 in '05, I rhyme and I add to it
That's what the young kids call “taking it back” music
The top song from last year is now a throwback?
Ya'll label that “old school?” Hold up, I ain't know that
If “n***as in Paris” is now a cla**ic, I'm betting when
Drizzy drops in September that ya'll will call him a legend
And nothing will be the same; it's all a thing in the past
You argue about an album you never purchased to have
Funny, your favorite artist (who's number one, of course)
Can't get to the top spot, cause you don't wanna support
So everything you're talking? That don't mean sh**
This ain't a hand-me-out! This is what I bleed with. Scream sh**!
I'm working hard, so I can sit in-between
Ms. Jhene and Indigo Breeze
On a summer eve
[Verse Two:]
What if I drop another mixtape and it ain't tight?
Like you waited for nine months, and it ain't right?
You think I'm working all this time and lyrics ain't bright?
I'mma knock some sense in your mind until it tastes right
Betty crocked
Lyrical spaz like Pharrell in a Bape fit
How you shooting for the stars and you're lacking a spaceship?
All these rappers are worried and sad. Pity
‘Cause they wasn't named by the Good Kid in M.A.A.D City
Nickname: Little Ready Set
I'm still goin' like I'm runnin' on a steady trek
I wasn't chosen, but I chose to be better than those
Only running for the title, don't wanna be Derrick Rose
What I offer is something you've never heard
I'm moonwalking in Fiji while I'm speaking in Swahili
I say Habari Gani and they wanna say Umoja!
I'm dedicated to Nia and Imani, yeah I told ya!
[Verse Three:]
Two words for ya
Start it up and I'mma speak it, true words for ya
If you ain't saying nothing real then keep your mouth closed
Or take it back with your Lugz and your SouthPole
Mil-town wit it! P-Town wit it!
The white man holds me down, skin brown wit it!
Already broke through the wall and I'm ready to pa** through
It'll be the second coming
Treading the Path II