"That everything you see and feel seems to come to life in an extraordinary way

You feel the world as you've seen it before but seen almost as in a dream

But it is as if just the ordinary-"

Patent leather on my Supras

Name's Jones no Indiana Hoosiers

Stack money like a mint no Juniors

I’m an upperclassman passing up to summa

Cum laude dealing with you frauds

Looking to shoot stars man heaven is too far

Legendary moves I’m stacking like U-Haul

As soon the moonsault connects the fools fall

Fools gold I’m a diamond in a haystack

Face facts how I act Pat Sajack

Lace that with a quarter gallon Ajax

When you see the roadblock (errr) hit the breakfast

Banished from the local park due to vagrancy

Honestly the only thing that worries me complacency

In the kitchen where the gravy be

See the top spot and I’m coming for the vacancy

Uh and they ain’t fucking with me

Got the AC cranked still a hundred and three

Eighteen years old steady murdering beats

And the way I change up have you heard of Mystique? word

And they ain’t fucking with me

Everyday I thank God I'm so lucky to be

Feasting on these rappers man the lunch is for free

Aristotle or the fake shit what’ll it be

Last stand in the Labyrinth of Pan

Watch em gravitate around like a junkie to gram

See I run it like a brand they just doesn’t understand

I’m a bum in Wonderland and I’m coming for the slam

I’m the fucking Son of Sam you the fucking son of me

Give a fuck about these politicin' goners honestly

I just see through my third eye with these fuckin' blurred lines

Higher than the birds eye tryna' make these words fly

Like a G6 dining with my squad like I was Jesus

I’m a Phoenix too seasick to read this

In Ibiza got em speechless

Industry sleeping you could get your Z's in

They gon' miss the come up like they were Nick Cage

And my words could cut em just like a switch blade

They said I was bumming just a big mistake

If this was shit was NSYNC I’d be Timberlake

Uh and they ain’t fucking with me

Got the AC cranked still a hundred and three

Eighteen years old steady murdering beats

And the way I change up have you heard of Mystique? word

And they ain’t fucking with me

Everyday I thank God I'm so lucky to be

Feasting on these rappers man the lunch is for free

Aristotle or the fake shit what’ll it be