Let me start off with the old-school flow

Let me start off with the old-school flow

Snap back, backpack, rat-a-tat, go

Swagger at the knapsack, who know I could rap that?

Tell me where the cash at, I'll tell you where the smash at

Number one hits, I got number one flicks

And the number one kicks and number one chicks

Fast like Gordon and my jams like Jordan

And my Tims like Hortons and my jets all aboarded in

And my wheels are like a fortune and it feels like extortion

Is it for the fame or for the fortune?

Like this, mic this so I can re-sight this

People in their basements say that I didn't write this

People say I'm white so I couldn't do it like this

Checks like Nike. let me give you a good night kiss

Well I'm a little bit sick of it, listening to bickering

Like picking on a little kid, like taking all his licorice

I hate it when they littering, I hate to be illiterate

I literally am doing deeds, riddling

Cheese like Gouda and my soul like Buddha

And I'mma go right through you and I'm so much cooler

And I don't need Luda

To know that I'm the ruler a

And I'm, so much cooler

You should call me Ferris Bueller