Intro

Yeah, welcome to The Album

Okay no need to panic no more, I've arrived, let's get it

Time to spit it like motherfucking saliva, bitches I'm just getting started

You know I got it, no doubt about it, by the time that I've departed, I'll be highly regarded

You was on your hands and knees, crying out for a miracle

A rapper spitting bars in this day and age that are lyrical

Well goddamn, get the milk and pour me a bowl of Cheerios

Cause you just found the prize at the bottom of the box of cereal

I'm your lucky charm, but the rest of these rappers raisin' brand

Reporting to you live from the ocean, cause I'm the anchor, man