[Verse]
I'm late but I'm here, case you been waitin'
And I don't have no great presentation, I was just flakin'
From the "When you finna drop your mixtape"'s and fakin' my statements
After I drop this college, I'm late to my registration
But every cypher, been the best man-in since Peyton
You fuck around and fumble or mumble and watch me take it
And I don't have to wet it, my handles could break the paint in
Hell yeah I switched the game up like I'm Mike Jordan, but I take the bases
And yeah I got a mic on me, but it changes places
With a light bag and a range of phases inside my basement
What I keep inside, the content gon' remain nameless
That's how I'm killing shit that I waived from my interfaces
You nxggas copped a stand and hopped all the way off to races
None of your legs could brace it
I'ma make you hoes and hoteps embrace it
You SoundCloud rappers is so amazing
Being so lame when I lapped you that I ain't notice you clout chasing
If you get played in my presence, ain't 'cause you buy it
It's 'cause I'm pulling your card for you, you wanna try it
Nobody in these bars adore you, you fucking light it
If the body in your bars ain't on you, you fucking lyin'
But hip-hop ain't dead, it's a book of life with writing
And what's Heaven if we don't let some of the light in
So come, sing your Hosannas then make way for the starkest Titan
Like I'm heavy with the bars and got Cyborg looking light skinned
I've come to take my lyricism to its rightful
Literary heights amongst the men and them fucking mice books.
And maybe I can't sell a million copies
But a million couldn't copy the punches left when I write hooks.

At the end of every testament the people fear doom
And God clear the room
And promise them real soon that they're all gonna make it
Then they come down on they shrooms
But Irie Givens trippin' through religion starting June: