I don’t think you get it
Dropped a rap album on the side
Made 2K like Bob Pettit
Guess it makes sense
On a diet so I started getting lettuce
Unlike Jaden, I don’t use the word menace
204 on the plates
So ya better match up
Burn a beat with an 8 cylinder
Made a tape without an 808 drum
Made projects on the weekend
Went to school to get my brain numb
I choose to overcome
Even if they don’t know where I came from
get down to Rhodes chords or the sound of a guitar strum
Fad rappers be the next Dante Exum
Every single track ya drop is straight bubblegum
Every single track I drop is straight red rum
Every single track I drop is a rule of thumb
Nothing else to sum up there
so come up here
before you start talking like a sugar plum
Get some or you take some
Made 500 beats just to find 10 that’ll break ya
I get it how I live it if I got the income
Making bonfires, guess that’s how my day run
I ain’t goin go against myself just for a pay stub
Making a living isn’t as easy as you thought it was
So anybody who doesn’t get it can go shave off they peach fuzz
Cause Imma use my smarts to spread from here to Los Angeles

Returning like Devin Hester, I like to make subtle gestures
I value musical taste, but I don’t want to be your taste tester
Let your own ideas fester in your mind
Wanna make this a living? might as well rewind
Russian in the French but my head is thinking Finnish
Visual stunner, all my enemies looking swinish
Harry told me not to, but I’m snitching in this Quidditch
Never get the goal, but I always find the finish
Shoutout to Quelle, quinoa and the filet
Always serving food for thought and this might be your entree
Rappers think it’s all about the game like it’s some croquet
But we couldn’t be further way from the truth; Bombay
If I ain’t in class, then you can catch me in the hallway
Sometimes I wish there were some things that I could unsay
I got regrets that I cover up well
And being vulnerable isn’t the easiest thing to sell
But I’m here for every single time those personal walls fell
We’re all only as strong as we come off, that’s too real
I got some money in my pocket, that’s for certain
I used to have none, but that was when I wasn’t working
Underneath my skin, man, I can feel those problems lurking
I realize that all my thoughts can sometimes be a burden
If I was celebrity, you might find this scandalous
Maybe my thoughts will one day end up in Los Angeles

Don’t call me arrogant
Don’t have the attitude of a pharaoh
Meant to give you a more accurate measurement
Though I’m not heaven-sent, I could be on the same stage
As David Letterman; it’s in my emotional strength
To always be better than my competition
Wish y’all would really listen
I’m out here ballin
And every shot is swishing
If you wondering how to get so nice with the flow
Ripping it, kicking it, killing it, hitting it; maybe you’ll never know
I’m not the one who’s gonna hit that gin
I’ve been around since Pinkerton
Was getting thrown in to bargain bins
Theneedledrop gonna rate dis 7 outta 10
Remind me, that was supposed to matter, when?
Why am I supposed to defend?
Cause I feel like I’m in it
I never break, but I can bend
Make enemies in a minute
That’s right, my flow is infinite
Galaxies made of double entendres
Got too much ambition to wind up like Mario Chalmers
I gotta get it started, gotta open up the throttle
Groundbreaker, beat maker, philosopher like Aristotle
I got ambitions to live off my passion like DeMar does
Maybe me and him can chill one day in LA; Los Angeles