New hope with the Jedi flow
Spit so sick I should blow my nose
I'm Wisco grown but I spit to cold
But i'm too hot to hold so i'm chillin like a lawn gnome
Match my city got downtown bars
Talk big, 350 in a leotard
My Thoughts on when i'm gonna blow
They're wondering when im gonna slow my roll
Young beat rise, remix yeastmode
Im severin all the hater up like a bistro
Listo, hoping that the message gonna be home
Got you hangin on to my lines, please hold
Hit zero Guess Pre the operator
Can't keep up ill holla atcha later
Yeah, tryna stack a little paper
I'm goin hard in the paint, lay-up
I shoot to thrill I shoot to kill
Im going ham Im on the grill
Im staking claim Im taking names
Im on the bill, I seal the deal
I got the skill to keep it real
and do it right while livin life
go outer space go outta sight
You know im hella tight
The beat is kinda classic
Jump on so I smash it
Nasty so just blast it
Im dunkin out your basket
Murkin like a tragedy and hulkin every bracket
People gettin made at me because im seein action
Run it like a track star, Olympian my status
Practice getting first place so winnings just a habit...

Matchless, cant match wits
My trophy you cant have it
Cuz im on the road to greatness
Im not crackin under pressure
Under so much pressure but im never blowin gaskets
Prodcers gettin mad at me, their beats up in a casket
and everybody askin "ay yo Guess, how'd you get so fly?"
And I cant even lie, I tell em that I hardly try
and then they wanna know where I come up wit my lines
I tell em putting in the time and always practicing my rhymes
Cuz you think a dude like me can just magically go monster
And possibly flirt with model girls that are at my concerts
smooth talkin labels, and flirting with all the sponsors
Go crazy creative so thats why they call me yonkers
Beautifully brilliant so im chillin like a star
Kick it in another galaxy instead of ours
I dont need a telescope to see me going far
Taking charge livin large vote me president of Mars
Cuz I got the flame and the brain
tryna give a flat line to the game get my name to fame
Never off track like a run away train
but im cruisin so fast I should had my own lane
My aim is not to be as well known as Lil Wayne
and their Childish comparisons are moderately lame
plan on climbin up the mountain plottin takin on the range
takin over like Monopoly but no ones playin games
So I Port-a-John their poops stains
stay fresher than some New Hanes
Battle rapper diets while im climbing up
The food chain.