I like doing things my way, It’s hard to compromise, I tell them boys ketchup, Like French fries, Feel like Mr. West I gotta big ego, Cuz I make it look easy Free throw, I’m like hold up Let me humble myself, When I was a beginner, I wanted some help, Ok first of all You got to be yourself, Let the game choose you Play the hand you're dealt, Be confident not arrogant, That’s important, Mean what you say And your verses will be scorching, Last but not least You got to get your swag on, You’re unique it’s ok if you say the words wrong, It’s no proper way to speak It’s no English class, Make sure you clear enough And your message get passed, If you got all that Then you don’t need my help, Just hop on the beat And whip it like a belt. Shooting for the stars I'm an astronaut you say that you're a goat I put you in a curry pot I get it popping like a fist full of dread locks on a clean beat I get funky as a gym sock they don't know I'm ill til they test me I lay so many bars My vocab looks arrested God flow, I can get on a track and bless it it's your poster child bout to renovate cuz I plan to be here a while so ya better learn my name like the school teacher cuz I'm bout to run the game I'll see you in the bleachers you can't see me like my mode is stealth I'm ahead of my time, dont get ahead of yourself