Lyrics:
They know to punch out when i hit the mic
Not a job and they knod bob and weave when i flow right
Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
up down left right select start, cant play me
Ive been on music more than MTV in the 80s
Tell Simon to etch a sketch a plan and maybe
Ill record a cassette to send to the masses
They cant afford to forget to attend classes
My swags unmatched to the rest of my peers
Cheers to the fear that appears when my music premiers
And to the deers in my headlights when their ears listen
Tell the old folk to park and let my parents son glisten
I attack like the top lion in that pack now
Throwin jabs at jabber-jaws like my names Pacquiao
Yall offtrack side tracked and im back loud
Catch my breath show off a swag stacked style
They ask why i do it say i do it for the crowd
Im above average like im livin in the clouds
Serious dedication like i previously vowed
Takes a dream to make a king and make everybody bow
wow, im makin moves now cousin
Chess style so smooth maneuv like its nothin
Couple steps ahead like im the leadin medulla
Future ruler pawnin outdated losers
I owned em, high schooler schoolin with the freshness
Born kill switchin lungs, destine to leave you breathless
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