Verse 1: Izzy Jone$] It's Izzy '88 Bars For every metaphor Find 88 flaw Mr. Got to Get it Yeah, I gotta go hard Like it's 1975 I got you scared of Jaws! About to show these teens what a career is I might stay underground And no label might never hear this Doctors say I'm the illest And I suffer from realness All we want is a name Just so you people can hear me And feel me Top notch talent Prince of everything Eyes kind of brown But I guess that I see better green (Sylvain White flow Please don't step to me x2) Peep the record Just go take a listen All I date is yellow bones like the cast of the Simpsons Emotions in my eyes But showing no feelings Like Derrick Rose face You should laugh if you get it First off, we hitting Second off, you missing Only 14 & I hope you really listen No awards But still an honorable mention Billy goat style I wasn't even kidding I need to make this video in Slow-Mo And shout out Diggy one time for promo Jumping in the booth They nicknamed me pogo Let me back on it Are you scared? Poyo? I am not solo It's TD & BI We fly No suwoo So, what is a beehive No recess You be stressed You're right now and I be next Or maybe after ya'll Who ever Last I got them [Verse 2: Izzy Jone$] And I'm back with it k**ing all of these tracks pimping Never had all the girls But now they holla back with me Well not really But it's coming Not promising the summer But to me it's gone be something