Ahead light years, my prime is finally here

My pen's highly revered to the point my dad's crying tears

Deliver message to peasants when my writing is clear

It's evident I set precedent, leave them dying with fear (It's so-)

No one could do it better than, my main source isn't heaven-sent

The type of penmanship that's supplying for years

Have y'all stuck on something light, like I'm driving towards deer

I inspire my peers, you fry if you try to get near

Hotter than the sun, none of y'all are stopping my regime

Multi-levels above, when my pyramid scheme

Too sincere with the truth, yet austere in the booth

My train of thoughts on every track is how I let off steam

The most nomadic homebody that you ever did see

I'm the illest with the shit, in dire need of a coat

I'm indeed the GOAT, seems like I'm born to gloat

And they panicked like waking up with the sorest of throats

Make you hang your jersey early and retire prematurely

Still don't see no pen worthy of getting respect

My shit cutthroat like slitting necks

Bars don't measure up to mine, need to give it a rest

I got them tapping out cause I write haymakers, they in grave danger

I'm blacking out like hidden text

We back in town saying "JASCR is the best" cause I'm not lesser

How will I ever be better if I don't pass my predecessors

I'm relentless on every sentence, no longer the apprentice

Could be demented but gifted, that's the curse that I kept

Ain't write my best verse yet, but all my writtens are vicious

Beats hate to see me coming, I'm like Thanksgiving dishes

Bitch I rap more than Christmas, you'll learn a harder way

It's a holiday when your girl treat my wood like it's Arbor Day

I'm a call away, don't know if y'all relate

No barber fades if I'm lining you up

I'm violent as fuck like Tarantino or Spike Lee

I don't make albums, I make movies

And this B-roll is batting a thousand

Feel like the hometown hero, y'all can't taint my ego

Take shots but you can't take pride out him

Let it be known, I'm going beast mode, just me, no sequel

Herding you up, cause y'all not goats, y'all sheeple

Here's food for thought, my people be very lethal

Get to shooting at your toppings, leave them looking like some maraschinos

La la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Hold on, imma replay it, hold on

Hello, father, this is your daughter, Kiersten

Um, I was just calling to let you know, um

If you talk to your little son Christian

Let him know I was listening to his music

It's alright, it's decent

He might got a new monthly listener

That's all for you though, I'll let you go