May the force be with ya!

I can’t stress enough — my saucer,

It’s gettin’ tricked out just for the culture.

When I fly through, can’t see you vultures.

Y’all worship us — on your altars.

I know you sick to your stomach — like ulcers.

Should’ve believed in us and endorsed us.

Don’t you ever think you can cross us —

We show no sympathy, or no remorses.

Only takin’ W’s — no losses.

All opps gettin’ clapped like applauses.

On all planets, got a new fortress.

Walk on the sun with Nikes — no scorches.

Take your girl, expose her to more shit.

We bringin’ roses, peonies, and orchids.

Effortlessly easy — don’t force it.

Never stressin’ — we cold like Arctic.

Y’all don’t want smoke.

Can’t chief with ya.

Can’t meet, talk, or eat with ya.

Cowards — I don’t got beef with ya.

May the Force be with ya.

I don’t listen to most of these rappers —

None of ’em be on point like cactus.

Put the world on my back like Atlas.

I should set it on fire — like matches.

I’m rapid.

Backflip.

Got a million tactics.

I’m magic — galactic — flyin’ over traffic.

They plastic.

I’m past it.

Techniques I’ve mastered.

So fuck off, bastards…

Or lay in a casket!

Y’all don’t want smoke.

Can’t chief with ya.

Can’t meet, talk, or eat with ya.

Cowards — I don’t got beef with ya.

May the Force be with ya.