Spawned from spite, I was born to write
Getting ostracized egged me on, ostrich size
Much obliged for the drive
Now I’m looking inwards, cross my eyes
So crossing fingers never even crossed my mind
On my grind, y'all surprised it’s just months he's had
Cause “I'm ready,” like I'm headed to the Krusty Krab
When in fact, I'm headed to production class
Had to fuck with gaff tape
Rather fucks wit rap tapes
I think ‘bout taking a semester off, often
Second that a better offer knocks, I'm all in
Get the door and vamenos, toppling Dominoes
Set the top at the bottom, yo
And I'm hopping, Geronimo
Got one eye on the gerund, like I'm wearing a monocle
With the other, I monitor my moniker, where I'mma go
Whoa…
Let me know if that's a problem though
Probably need the lyrics, so you hear it where the commas go

Had to put your ass in its place… pause
You was asking for a slap in the face, Jon
Good thing I'm always happy to hate
Heard you thought I thought I was a rapper
What the fuck did you base this case on?
Okay, you want a rapper? You got it.
Soon as you got into bed, headphones went up to full volume
Got through volumes of all the Hip Hop I got in my iTunes
No use in fighting you, no fuse to enlighten you
So I heightened through writing tunes
A line or two soon as I find a few moments, I'm on it
Tired of tried and true, opened up with my own shit
Like a fish to water? Bitch, I dove in the ocean
I was just dicking around in Hip Hop, now she want an abortion
But 350 days ain't worth my soul
Been sold on soul since I could hold my first guitar
No way I’d’ve Waited like Godot
Had I known I owned a flow so gold, Midas might've poked my throat lymph nodes
Hit home with my punch lines
Broke windows with quotes which my tongue tied
Look at the prize which my dumb pride done provided
Slid into Inna ‘cause the kid was slighted
This is a beginner? Bring the king his trident
Of course endorse the horse that thwarts Poseidon
Bet they sign him, less they deaf…
Then they def gon sign him
Fres beside him
Next in line, best accept we Biden

I didn’t see it going quite like this
Never thought myself a rapper, now that’s what my life is
In light of this, I thought I’d toss a shout out
So thank you… for not knowing what the fuck you're talking bout
I'm ‘bout to owe you a lot, this is the least I can do
I'm only stirring the pot, ‘cause you was fiending for stew
That's really all I got in terms of things I needed to prove
So much belated, my response is: I was waiting for you