Acts 1.5

Yeah, might pull up to a party in Junya Watanabe

To floor bodies, any bodies

I am highly prepared for the kind of affairs

That superstars gotta embody, meet the audience ears

I been slept on, and stepped over, the less noticed

Stepping up to bat like the Mets at a Met Gala

This is high fashion, high art, high talk

You should notepad or voice memo when I start

I might have lost **** when I stopped to demand mine

My record so good, if I lose, about damn time

But that'll never happen

Every verse is a classic

Every word gotta matter

Till every Madison Avenue bus get to playing Saba

The blue line ambassador

Coulda said green, but that train too hazardous

I'm not phased, nobody's out-rapping us

It's laughable, I should get online and start @ing folks

But the list is long, so I won't go down the rabbit hole

But know that I make **** favorite rappers sound like average Joes

And the beat is by the actual GOAT

Y'all get so caught up on hype, y'all giving Grammys out to

I belong here, don't confuse me if you had it wrong

Comparing me is like comparing Mike to Jose Calderón

It's Pivot Gang, I'm never out alone

You signed the same deal you coulda got in school if you took out a loan

I'm Al Capone, fresh out the womb, I'm 'bout to fuck the street up

Mike Tyson the microphone, I'm 'bout to fuck the beat up

The only **** that is stopping me is Jesus

My God Black, his afro like Velcro

My car black, the climate change algo

I'm 'Bron headed to Akron, I'm going back home

That's where they hop out of traffic without a mask on

And get you for everything that you have on

But I move off of love, not fear

Still wish a **** Woody, like Buzz Lightyear

I done bubbled up and caught a buzz, light beer

Building it for you, would think it was IKEA

I'ma tell you how it really was, my dear

'Cause I'm afraid that it ain't really nothing I fear