Good Morning

Uh, I'm so glad I haven't peaked in high school

The fall off afterwards is not worth being the eye food

Getting G's to like you, feelin' like Ice Cube

The way I'm having a good day right after my snooze

I plan on blowing on the rap scene with my tunes

And get the paparazzi asking "Cheese" while I cruise

Down the street with beats that make the ground move like it's a typhoon

No mask when I say all y'all MF's gon' meet your doom

I'm an immaculate poet, the coldest you bastards know of

I'm way past Edgar Allen Poe cause I don't recall him having flow

My pockets packing this dough

Rhymes hot as 'basco and coal