Looking in the mirror and it's clear I'm the best me

Drinking more beer, smoking less tree

You won't stunt me chump, so don't test me

I'm on top of my wave like jet skis

Right? Young Bruce Wayne, Gretzky

I'ma dog, these bitches is tryna fetch me

Hit my line like

"Yo, why the fuck would you call me if you could text me?"

I'm Bruce Lee in a Jetta, call me Jet Lee

The way I run the track, you would think I won an ESPY

But I didn't go pro 'cause I couldn't make the NHL when I was tripping on LSD

Yeah, Japanese bitches wanna French me

I'm a Yamaha, brah, you a ten-speed

I'm a Fatburger, homie, you a Wendy's

I'm a Coke boy, bitch, you a Pepsi

Fuck SoundCloud, buy my songs off Etsy

Successful as fuck but still collect empties

At the restaurant, I'm looking sexy

Eating up these rappers like, can I get the check please?

That was amazing. One of the best meals I've ever eaten, really, thank you, thank you so much

Franchise player, but I still attend my practices

Before you get perfection, you gotta know what a habit is

And I don't like to spend my breath, given advice

'Cause if you fool me twice, you'll find out I'm the opposite of pacifist

I can't go to rap battles, I'll end up smacking kids

I used to be compassionate, but I find that inadequate

So I switched up protagonist to antagonist

Evangelist to devil's advocate, I'm on some savage shit

Runnin' a muck, I'm drunk as fuck and puffing cannabis

A couple of bucks'll fill my cup with nothing but some damages

Yeah, someone call my management

I'm sitting in the gutter eating peanut butter sandwiches

Sitting in the gutter eating peanut butter sandwiches

Still a couple miles ahead of all you fucking amateurs

Yeah, motherfuckers couldn't handle it

They looking for the secret while he's having it

It's the magic hour, so baby won't you come my way tonight?

It's the magic hour, so baby won't you come my way yeah

Yeah, it's the magic hour, so baby won't you come my way tonight?

It's the magic hour, yeah, yeah, yeah baby won't you come my way?