[Verse 1: FR33STYLE] My rhymes sublime, get it? I'm talking top of the line I'm in front, but not frontin' Just stuntin' and bumpin' Still on the hunt so I'm not soph*more slumpin' To be blunt, I'm pumpin' out the hits, not buntin' How much recovery you need from my punchlines? Cause I hope you caught 'em all when they flew by you last time Yeah, my lines can be sly, but how fly am I? Just enough to get by? Nah, I'll go with Kanye and touch the sky And still remain a shy guy And show up when the smoke clears like CyHi You know even when I'm down I lie high So take out your phone and capture this moment Where I own it before it pa**es by Oh! There it goes, better wave goodbye And brave the escapade that leaves so many strayed But my doubters can barely cling to me so I blow them off I played the game and got the save and told 'em off I watched 'em fade and wrote 'em off like they got sprayed by Raid And now my fans they crave my lines, they're quoting off their favorite Cause when I'm going off, they savor it And they never have to pay for it when I'm showing off my tricks of the trade Flowing off so hot I should hand you my pair of shades Cause this is heated with mad sk**, call it a tirade Cause this is too hot for an intro Just a little something for anyone who forgot all the info