[Verse 1]
f*ck it, got buckets of bars, yet nobody's digging 'em
A nugget of wisdom, getting gold is a synonym
For impossibility, the probability of me
Going platinum is like Stupid Liz-ike's ability
To find astatine combined with an alkaline metal
It's crossing the line, balling like Kareem, toss me a medal
Shoutout to my fam, Khroam, good_Pimp, Kev, Gucci FlipFlops
PsyQonaut, MV, kingle, Inspectah, this is hip-hop
[Verse 2]
Shaking sh*t up like a Coca-Cola soda from the summer of 1886
Lady chicks sipping on it like a gin-and-tonic, been intoxicated
The faded James Bond of lame songs, yet I have potential
Essentially underrated like the understated Bond's games
Bro, your stupider than Donald Trump, go for Jupiter, man, Ronald, Jump
Good wins, another conductor orchestrating his woodwinds
Or constraining you in 2002, rousin' you up like a home run
My microphone gun, I strike ya home, run
[Bridge]
Ooooh, Aguila's on top
Who the f*ck told you that I am ever gon' stop?
Ooooh, I'm f*cking your b*tch
I'm rubbing her clit, while she's sucking my di*k
Thirty thirsty b*tches, digging a well
I squander the water while sipping the Belle
Giving 'em hell, a devilish rebel is
A lay-up to Leah, and I am a star
Wars raging on, your failing song
Is flopping while mine's remaining strong
Hanging humdrum haters on a hanger
Danker, as I bang her to this banger
Emp
[Verse 3]
Underrated, I'm creative, your persuaded to start hating
On me, yet I'm balling like Kareem, been trill in Milwaukee, chopping
Brewing and stewing up a beautiful rap, a suitable snack
I'm Jeremy Lin, rhymes apparently terribly dim and c*cky, win and stop me
Nah, that's never gonna f*ckin' happen
Thuggin', trappin', rappin' repetitively, led ya to think your better than me?
My wordplay's hidden, the word's I've written have certain meanings, worth it, Weeknd
Thursday's pimpin' the echoes of silence, bellows of Sirens mellow the diamonds, hah!
Do you think can f*ck with me?
Stay back, A$AP, paychecks suddenly adjusting from ug-a-ly to comfortably
f*cking these hoes, stuck in these clothes, crossing the line, tossing aligned
Knicked by my friends, met all my ends, billed to success like fuel in a jet
Avoiding all my competition
Employing all my compositions, destroying all my contradictions
Twitter thugs giving hugs, did I hurt you, rich gangsta?
Watch me win over your b*tch, as I bang her to this banger
Emp