Mcgradys

On his best day couldn't fuck with this

Now i'm heating up to the touch like the oven is

I beat it up like smackdown with the fucking fist

From Sac town to Germany they be lovin' this

Got over the hump, leveled up n the door broke

Tatted on my face i was born to win and the lord know

If I ain't picking up prolly knee deep down a whore throat

I'm a high flyer, Swanton off the fourth rope

My rhymes matching my image

Lyrically the answer i'm sitting out of the scrimmage

I ain't scratched the surface and my potential is endless

Magic like Mcgrady i'm in the lab like a chemist