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Open up your eyes and ears, tell them that I was here

Go and grab your final beer, raise it up, it's time to cheers

You can stand beside your peers, but can't hide your crying tears

It's crystal clear, I'm Richard Gere from Primal Fear

Winter is coming round here, it's that time of year

Prestigious penmanship gets presented from the pioneer

The vibes like Kobe when he played during his final year

It's nostalgic like Goldberg hitting the final spear

I'm Tiger Woods good, walking to the final hole

Hit a hole in one, drunk, left-handed, and my eyes were closed

Adios, Auf Wiedersehen, Bye, Sayonara

You can wine and dine her today, but she'll be mine tomorrow

The piranhas ate a lot of edible marijuana

Save your baby mama drama

I channeled the Dalai Lama

I'ma listen to Nirvana, watch football Americana, go and chill in the Bahamas, not thinking about mañana

Just drinking pina coladas, puffing on a Havana

Smoking up all the ganja and searching for chupacabras

Cuz I got a boss persona that's hotter than what you thought of

The master of every genre, get captured within my saga

Open up my book of rhymes, show you how it looks inside

Nobody should look surprised that I went and took the prize

Hip-hop is dead, no, I just think it took a dive

I might be high, but right now I'd say it looks alive

It's a fucking vibe, I'm cooking lines like Crooked Eye

Most of these other guys stopped, but I just kept on hoofing by

You keep looking, searching for the flaws that you wouldn't find

There isn't a single mountain in the sky that I couldn't climb

I'm Jerry Rice type, walking to the line of scrimmage

One hand catch, toe drag, touchdown in the final minute

This is my time to get it, keep on moving faster

There's no sign I'm finished, I battle until I'm captured

Won't stop with it till my jersey's in the rafters

Here to make sure it ends happily ever after

So you can talk your shit or just join in with the banter

I'm still that kid from your high school trying to be a rapper

Give a fuck about how the structure goes, I'll just keep on busting flows

Cuz my only goal's to make your wifey go and touch your toes

I know I got some rust for sure, but I remain untouchable

It's nothing though, I'm Russell Crowe with a hunting bow

Open up the pamphlet, rolling out the canvas

Show you all the transcript, that'll make the fans flip

I just keep throwing up shots because I can't miss

I'm the upperclassman taking over your campus

Top dog, like Q, Ab-Soul and Kendrick

I'm like Bruce Willis coming back with a vengeance

I'm Pete Rose dope when I step up to the plate

Double down on my parlay and then I crush it into outer space

From the start to the finish, it actually seems vicious

Play my part for these critics that feed into cheap gimmicks

I'm fashionably different, attacking these weak bitches

Stay classic like Seabiscuit when rapping for three minutes

The whole kitchen sinking, and I'm stacking the clean dishes

Passionately spittin, immaculately rip it

Now I'm super fly, so no more talk about how I used to rhyme

You get euthanized and crucified with King Kunta vibes

Show up in a suit and tie with some barracuda eyes

In the ride like Do or Die, on my Ferris Bueller high

Cause if you and I choose to rhyme, it'll be a suicide

LeBron Boehm gonna hit my prime at 39

I stay faded like your bitch jeans, spitting superhuman 16s and you know I never switched teams

Making music till the cows come,

They said make another album, well this one here's for Malcolm

Shout out to my dog Gus, for real, that's my dog, man

Get him all the dopest food, only feed him the Fromm brand

Can't forget Guinevere, spit fire like Everclear

That's the one-two punch like the rapper and the engineer

Open up the floodgates, unlock your gun safe

Leave you in a numb state for like 21 days

Hit you with bars that are fatter than Big Pun's weight

You're sweeter than a cupcake, so this is how your blood tastes?

This music, to me, has always been love-hate

Most these others fell off cause they fucked after one date

I'm just gonna make the whole song and not take one break

So please don't wine like crushed grapes in your Donald Trump cape

I fly by them cause they fell for the pump fake

I'm a nutcase with a performance that you must tape

You're better off trying to puff eights with dust traits

Alonzo's like, good luck, Jake

That blunt's laced

That blunt's laced