Yeah, turn me up some more

Uh, yeah, yeah

Wale, though

All day, though, uh, uh, yeah

My mind thinks at a light speed

Give a fuck if you motherfuckers don't like me

I was a young fly nigga in my Supreme

When all them OGs was wearin' them white jeans

A sidekick and a dime piece

That's the recipe for everything I would need

And would you ever think that bust' from north east

My luck would go and the greatest rapper will sign me

Shawn Carter, the product 5 of a lot of artists

Seen a Future in that nigga like Desiigner, probably

Tryna modify the fuckin' top 5, home

Get a lil chicken while the fuckin' sky fallin'

Sky fallin', sky fallin'

I'm let out of top 5s, it's cool I write for 'em

Check the credits, the government got a lotta letters

And if they never said it, bet they pay twice for it

GOAT with the POEM

Been lowkey so they sleep on me, damn

All I see, a bunch of D riders

We gots to call out people who don't be dope for shit

Never seen dope or nothin'

They think they special, but I think they bluffin'

My plane is comin', my J 11's

What Mic could say that Wale so redundant

You know a concords?

Aw forget it, they ain't on board

I'm still goin', concord on board

Michael Jordan, aw screw it

The mob moves at a lightspeed

I like brown skin bitches and Nikes

Hate clown ass niggas

Long flights and the police, used to pull me over on Brightseat

Road Road Road Road

Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, Ghost